On the road. With typewriter.
Those of you who follow this blog, rest assured, nothing has gone wrong in my absence. To wit;
I spent Father’s Day preparing brunch for 4, then cleaning up said brunch while watching Cleveland Indian baseball and re-watching West Wing. Perfect father’s day.
I even prepared a cheese souffle’ — knocked it outa the park (IMHO).
Now outside, listening to Oscar Peterson and reading cookbooks. Typecast coming soon. Smooches. ~TH~