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I like to visit New York for 10 days at minimum, and I couldn’t really do that this time. All I can really do is sneak a few extra days into my high school reunion trip to see my mom and dad (sort of pre-mother’s day), and my brothers, what with Paris Athanasiou’s birthday coming…

Returning to my friends’ home in Princeton last night after the opening-night reunion dinner at Lawrenceville, I found that the key they’d given me was not getting me in the door. I could hear the deadbolt turning but there was some trick to opening the latch that I couldn’t figure out. I phoned B for…

Endorsements: jetBlue good, Habitat Hotel bad, New York Computer Café good. Though my flight was delayed by headwinds and midwestern storms on the preceding incoming flight, the in-seat DirectTV thing was a big winner. I mean, are we slack-jawed Americans not already trained to sit and watch the TV for hours of unnoticed discomfort on…

Should I be anxious about my 20th high school reunion? I don’t feel it. I’d like to have done more by now but I easily could have done less. Looking forward to tales out of school from a classmate who’s been at Enron this past decade All packed now and headed out soon for my…

Strange adjustment yesterday from balmy, muggy New Orleans to cloudy, chilly Oakland. Our reward for coming home was the annual flourishing of roses and irises. B has filled the house with bouqets and garlands: all pink roses in the bathroom, pale yellow in the kitchen, off-white with a hint of pink on her dresser in…

Man did it get hot on Sunday! The crowds weren’t as bad (except for Wynton Marsalis on the Congo Square stage), but the sun was just plain brutal. I was too tired to even put up a cursory list of touchstones last night but here’s the rundown: large rosemint tea, unsweetened Li’l Buck Blues Band…