His name is Antonio and I’ve never been too sure whether I wanted him back in town or not. He’s the kind of guy that usually threatens other men. He’s one of these new-fangled marketing symbols designed to sell wine to that new-fangled generation of...
You’ve probably seen the greeting card. There are two very sophisticated looking women in their late thirties talking to each other over cocktails. The one is saying to the other, “Oh my God, I forgot to have children.” Don Day was reminded of it this week when...
Yesterday Don Day had a croissant for lunch. Then he had another croissant. And another croissant. And one more croissant. Then two more croissants. And still another croissant. And one final croissant. Don Day had a little justification. My friend Rich and I had...
Skipped the light fandango? Of course, Don Day had done that while in his early teens. But done the strong Fritanga? No, it had somehow escaped me. Can you believe it. A guy approaching 70 years old and he’d never ever been on a Fritanga. I thought I must be the...
I don’t know how you know, you just do. I’m talking about when your woman has a roving eye. The first indication was at the pool. Almost every day at 10:00 am, Don Day’s Wife and I arrive at the YMCA. We then split up for an hour. Each of us going to...
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