Suddenly I wish I lived in Atlanta so I could visit these beauties every day. All this really brilliant design in one place... I know they're not practical in most cases, but things of great beauty rarely are.

Strangely enough, back in the 1970's and 80's it seems to have been the thing for people from the suburbs surrounding Detroit to answer the where-are-you-from question with "Detroit" with no further explanation, at least in Chicago. I discovered this after I moved to Chicago in the mid-80's, because if you told people…

Interesting because Reagan was about 16 days short of his 70th birthday when he was inaugurated and 73 at his second inauguration. Bob Dole (remember him?) was 73 when he won the Republican nomination in 1996. McCain was 72 when he ran for President.

It's not that I believe that reality television actors (which is what they are) are whores; it's that reality television actor are untalented whores.

Sure you would. You'd just have to leave the house more often.

And that is cooking. Notice the lack of mystery ingredients, catchphrases, and (in the case of cooking competition shows) beloved grandmothers/children with illnesses/various inspirational dead relatives.

Eat everything. Small amounts. Mostly fruits and vegetables. No seconds. Food is not your enemy. Nutritionists are.

Not if my husband is actively dying in the Emergency Room and I'm not permitted inside to share his last moments of life because legally — in Texas, at least — we have no legal relationship. Are you aware that this scenario has already played itself our more than once in states that don't recognize marriage equality?

You realize that if this article was about how all the hot lesbians working at Toyota are going to cope with Texas, the same people screaming, "Why-this-isn't-about-cars" would be asking for photos to go with the article.

I used to go shopping in Grosse Pointe, MI, during the 1970's wearing my Levi's and flanner shirt, and either my Sears work boots or Topsiders. I would walk into Jacobson's and find dozens of men dressed the same as I was, except they were WASPS representing the oldest (and most) money in Grosse Pointe and all the…

Well, no, not really. If I have one talent that I'm ashamed of, it's that I can out-snoot the snootiest clerk at Hermés until they cower in the corner. I find it a very unattractive part of my personality that I do my best to control.

Because a complete stranger may either be a struggling writer or a grifter of some sort, perhaps a mule, or even just the general type of crazy that doesn't show up in the first fifteen seconds of meeting but becomes apparent and then annoying/dangerous after fifteen minutes.

No.

"Rose... did they ever shoot a herring out of a cannon?" (That's all I need to hear. Funnier than the death of Chuckles the Clown and Starlet coming down the staircase in the drapery dress with the rods still in the shoulders. Put together. …

No, strangely enough there are other valid reasons why your food may be delayed. It happened to me last Thursday.

Aunt Rifka's Flying Disks! Pulverized Matzoh, butter, chicken stock, and eggs. Formed into little dumplings and cooked with a red wine braised brisket. Made this quite a few times, and always seems to be very popular, even with the protestants. See the recipe at

Sarah Winchester herself was just under five feet tall. What looks like a half-height door in the stables leads to the staircase she would take from the house.

Re: the Cockerells.

Make mine a Scooty Puff Jr., please.