Rafa Nadal brilliantly battled out a 5-set grunting grind against Russia’s relentless Steely Dan Medvedev. A match for the ages.
U.S. Open has a new Queen. Romanian Canadian Anrdreescu. Serena slayer. Prez Trudeau sent congrats. While Meghan ditched her royal duties for a friend. Fashion week should rethink purple rain. Anna.
Logan Roy quotes Shakespeare to Cherry Jones. “Just Take the Money”. The kids are not all right. Marcia goes rogue. Cousin Gregory rising.
Mark Sanford announces he’ll run against Trump for the Republican nom. He’ll focus on ethics and honesty in the party? That’s rich. Biden couldn’t muster a crowd at New Hampshire’s Dem convention. While Warren’s appearance filled a rowdy arena. Iowa & New Hampshire don’t seem to be going Joe’s way. But. Hey. There’s always Delaware.
For a belly laugh. Conan Without Borders in Greenland. Hilarious. Also his trip with sidekick to Italy and Japan. Bourdain-esque with lots of funny. ABC’s Sunday Rahm & Christie show continues to entertain.
Yankees won. Giants lost. Niners won. Pats. Duh. As NFL’s contracts get fatter, injured list gets longer. Good Luck!
Department of Transportation stated that under its guidance Delta Airlines can no longer ban pit bulls. Delta carries 700 “service or support animals” a day and had seen an 84 percent increase in incidents including urination, defecation, biting and mauling.
The Association of Flight Attendants issued a statement saying flight attendants have been hurt and safety has been compromised…that there is routinely a mess of untrained animals loose in the aircraft cabin. No wonder they get drunk and pass out.
Remember when they’d tell parents to control their kids and change diapers in restrooms. Yeah. Grounded.
Elizabeth Warren braved the wind and cold in Lawrence, Massachusetts to declare her run for President. Then. Amy Klobuchar stood in a frigid Minnesota blizzard to announce her candidacy.
In California Phippy survived a coating of hail to win at Pebble Beach’s annual pro-am. And JLo, Diana, Gaga, & Dolly headlined a diverse Grammys Show well-hosted by Alicia Keys with a Michelle cameo.
While mAdBen rides camels on Mars. Or at least the Jordan desert sure looks like it.
Dr. Husband captured magical sighting from our South Fork porch.
Then. We snatched summer’s last North Fork harvest.
Sweet corn. Heirlooms. Squash.
Back to the City in time to catch…
the miraculous comeback story of Tiger Woods.
World Cup Semi-Finals. All EU-members. France. Belgium. England. Croatia. Jingoistic fans reflect the return to nationalism in Euroland. France’s team of individual stars has come together as a cohesive force and looks to be the strongest of the four. Only victory was 1998.
The last time England took home the Cup was also the last time the world watched on black-and-white TV’s. They beat West Germany. Yes. Still a Wall. And. A Soviet Union.
It was 1966. I was staying with a friend of my uncle’s in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire when the earth shook. I looked at Hazel as her black great dane Pip jumped. What’s that? She laughed and said England must have won! Won what? Wembley Stadium’s roars could be felt far and wide. Then hell broke loose. Pandemonium spilled out to London and every country lane. That day into the next. There was crazy serious joy in all the land.
Michael Ian Black’s recent New York Times column cemented my decision to never take a cruise. So Uncool, It’s Cool. Not. He liked the mindless ordinariness. All I could focus on were the stairs, elevators, and confinement on crowded decks “surrounded by a thousand fleshy strangers in swimsuits”, yuk! Everything I thought bad seems to be true.
However, he linked a 1997 essay by David Foster Wallace, A Supposedly Fun Thing I’ll Never Do Again. Wallace’s solo adventure on the megaliner Zenith, which he dubbed the Nadir. It was one of the funniest best written pieces I’ve ever read. A self-proclaimed semi-agoraphobe, he liked his cabin a lot. Since he eventually committed suicide, I won’t say I could relate. But. It was hilarious. The footnotes were priceless. Will be exploring other of his works.
Bea and Ariane. Kate Spade’s and Anthony Bourdain’s daughters. 13 and 11. They are the true victims of their parent’s suicides this week. Their loss is exacerbated by a future of questions and abandonment. Whether intended or not. Also feel for Eric Ripert who found his pal Tony. It’s not something he’ll ever forget. Guilt. Remorse. Who knows. For other family and loved ones as well. These acts take such a toll.
Bourdain’s poetic storytelling was masterful. He brought people from far away cultures into our homes. His joie de vivre was contagious. It seemed. But, his dark side crept out in many journeys as he recalled past demons of substance abuse. Credit him with shining a bright light on the opioid epidemic in Western Massachusetts. It was a catalyst to delve into the rural crises which became a national focus in the 2016 campaign.
Parts unknown. Indeed. Sad sad days.