Meandering Man: American Airlines Blues Maybe the headline of this post isn't quite fair. Though, a few weeks ago, when I was caught in my travel time warp, there was plenty of blame I felt I could righteously direct at American Airlines. Because we can't quite blame the weather, can we? Mother Nature laughs at... Continue Reading →
Jersey Shopping, Pub Hopping, Pottering - Dad About Town In the midst of February, buried in snow and cold as we have been, dreaming of April seems a worthwhile pastime. It nearly always arrives on schedule. You just have to wait. Though sometimes it brings its share of sudden snow and mayhem in its own... Continue Reading →
Science, Jazz and Negro Leagues Museums: Dad About Town As a guy who travels for work dozens of times a year, I know that nothing gets me primed to explore a new city like the cramped confines of another hotel room. As a dad who hauls the whole fam, often plus dog, on the road... Continue Reading →
Meandering Man: Spying the Oris Aquis Date Up Close So many ways to begin a post like this, so I'll just start with a confession. This blog installment will feature an intense, geeky, up-close, deep dive into one of my obsessions. And a look at how I indulge that obsession, when I can, on the... Continue Reading →
Two Treks Around Hong Kong - Dad About Town If I have any plan or approach to discovering a new place, it is this: open the door, move left foot forward, follow with right foot moving forward, repeat. Repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. During my first time properly away from home, in Pittsburgh for college,... Continue Reading →
Do It Right: Hotel Room Essentials "Bed, sweet bed." I've been known to utter this appreciation for my absolute favorite place in the house on any ordinary Saturday, or stressful Wednesday night. But I am particularly prone to repetitive hosannas upon returning from my frequent business trips. Nothing beams forth the comforting waves of home... Continue Reading →
Taking on Tai Yuen (Toy) Street - Dadding with Distinction I'm a toys guy. Now, before that's taken the wrong way, let me explain what I mean. Growing up, toys were the vehicle to endless worlds of creative expression. Down in our always chaotic basement playroom, or across the carpeted expanses of our bedrooms, my... Continue Reading →
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