Did any of you do summer camp in the 70’s? It wasn’t pretty. It would start on a yellow bus that smelled of wet feet and rotting teeth and ended at a dilapidated hooverville called Camp Wherethehellarewe, where the feasting of our flesh and wills to live would begin…
I’m a biker. Not the annoying kind that scares children or blows up little critters with hand grenades (okay, that was Raising Arizona). And with the weather warming, it has been a joy to get the lady out and cruise…
(KAH-feeklach): noun (fr. German Kaffee = coffee + Klatsch = gossip): a casual gathering for coffee and conversation.
The wife of a German, one of the first terms I learned in the German language was “Kaffeeklatsch,” which means…
