My grandfather had a lifelong love of hardware stores. For my parent’s Silver Anniversary, he bought them a whole bag full of things from the local store; silver nails, a silver hammer, a screw driver. I think there may have even been some saw blades in there too. He was a curious ol’ chap.
Knock on the senior citizens center door and a woman will answer you with a question: Salsa aerobics or camera obscura? Sounding a bit cryptic — almost like there’s some code or Latin phrase required for entry — it turns out, all that’s needed is some form of ID in exchange for a key to the darkened room up a flight of stairs.
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If our family had a coat of arms or a crest, written underneath it — probably in ancient Scottish Gaelic — would be the phrase, Never pay retail. I’m referring, of course, to my wife’s obsession with always finding a deal. This is never more evident than when we go on vacation.