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Looking for Larry David: On the Road in LA

Looking for Larry David: On the Road in LA

Dear Kay, Coming to you from the West Coast, where I discovered a big red cable in our hotel room that had Internet oozing out of it. When I hooked it up to my PortaBlog 2000, well by golly the Internet just oozed right on in. First of all, Molly the baby was found to be snoozing comfortably in the most adorable Moses basket you ever saw. A five-day-old baby has the power to make grownups stand there slack jawed with awe. So slack jawed, in...

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How to Travel Through Time

How to Travel Through Time

Dear Kay, I’d like to think that this past weekend was a unique experience for me, but let’s face it, a twentieth college reunion has elements that are pretty much identical no matter where you went to school. To help out all the other 42-year-old knitting bloggers out there who haven’t yet chronicled their twentieth college reunions, here’s a little template you’re free to cut ‘n’ paste. Add your own...

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To Your Right, Fainting Goats

To Your Right, Fainting Goats

Dear Ann, Well, I’m back. I had a fabby time in the San Francisco Bay Area, including a couple of days seeing the kid-friendly sites of the Wine Country of the Napa and Sonoma Valleys. As you know, I love me a good Bad Sign. My all-time favorite was a sign that used to be near every cash register at Century 21, a venerable discount department store in lower Manhattan. It said: COURTESY IS OUR POLICY! If any employee has been...

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Gifts

Gifts

Dear Ann, At last, I’ve been to Boston. This means I can no longer stun my fellow New Yorkers by telling them, “Would you believe, I’ve never been to Boston?” But it was worth it. Boston is wonderful on many levels. As befits the cradle of the American Revolution, there are many fine National Park Service historical sites. The kids and I are on the same page about this: We [heart] monuments. They are going to move...

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Travels With Pam

Travels With Pam

Dear Ann, As you know, last week I got on an early-morning train and headed for Washington, D.C. and a 24-hour visit with my friend Pam. Pam and I, due to circumstances beyond our control, seldom see each other more than once a year. Due to these same children, I mean circumstances, we rarely talk on the phone. So when we see each other, it goes something like this: I’M SO GLAD TO SEEEEEEEEEEEEE...

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It Happens

Dear Ann, I’m back from my 24-hour blitz of metropolitan Washington, D.C., its senior housing and its yarn stores. I will brief you fully on Monday. But since a picture paints a thousand words, let’s just say I had a: Good Time. Thanks, Kristine. Love,...

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City of Knitterly Luv

City of Knitterly Luv

Dear Ann, Just a postcard to let you know (i.e., make you jealous) about my latest encounter with real, live Knitters of the Northeast. Yesterday morning, after enduring a slow-motion fish-slicing session at the ‘appetizing’ counter of Fairway (’cause a well-bred New Yorker never travels without her lox and bagels), I hopped the #3 subway to Penn Station. Three hours of clickety-clack (mine and the train’s) later, I...

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On the Road Again

On the Road Again

Dear Kay, PAWLEYS ISLAND, SC — If you’ve ever watched the Weather Channel, you have seen that woman standing on the beach with her hair going sideways saying things like, “Heckfire, we been waitin’ all year long for our vacation and we ain’t going to let no hurricane get in our way” and you think, “Good lord, woman, haven’t you checked the radar to see that GIANT ORANGE BLOB looming off the...

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Wheels Down, No Injuries

Wheels Down, No Injuries

Dear Kay, Well hello how-de-do how are ya? The ringing in my ears is starting to recede, and I can hardly tell you how delightful it is to go into the kitchen, open up the fridge, and grab the bev of my choice without waiting five minutes for the lady in front of me with the Michigan State tattoo and the Princess Minnie tiara to decide between a Coke or a Diet Coke. If Sartre (not Eliot, Cristina reminds me!) thinks hell is other people, he...

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Dateline: Pawleys

Dateline: Pawleys

Dear Kay, We’re having a hot and chaotic time here on the South Carolina coast, with all the plumbing issues and malfunctioning phone problems of home. Adding four little boys into the equation means a) constant vigiliance and b) multiple daily trips to Big Lots/Pawleys Playland/Wal-mart and any other purveyor of plastic stuff. The eight-pound ball of yarn is down to about four pounds, and at this point it’s a Gee’s Bend kind...

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