Remembering a rollicking night of excess just doing my job as a journalist and TV writer, the story of John and Marge Fairservice’s survival on a rock in the ocean, and a delicious warm-me-up potato dish provided by my daughter-in-law Gillian.
Remembering the vanishing Eden of Sapelo Island, Georgia, my all-time favorite photograph, and tender and delicious whelk fritters. What else? Oh, a tip of the hat to the Park Street Grille…
Smiles and good feelings on a weekend jaunt to St. Andrews, N.B. and the Land of “eh.” I have no idea why so many Canadians are such wonderful people, but they are, and I’m glad they’re just a few hours away from us.
Recalling the last time I’ll ever refuse a dinner invitation from an Italian family (in spite of the main course), and a super delicious and easy Italian way to prepare calves liver – Fegato garbo e dolce!
Great dance performance this weekend at the Strom in Camden! And the greatness originates from the heart and soul of one extraordinary and gifted person – Kea Tesseyman.
“Laurie Kenton” was Maine’s first diagnosed Powassan virus case, in Sept. 2000. She and her doctor, Tom Courtney, tell the story of its devastating synptoms and her eventual recovery.
My brief unforgettable 1968 encounter with a master of food, fast cars, and the acting art – Paul Newman, the shameful collapse of a new relationship because of it, and what I could have (should have) learned from it all.
Another incredibly delicious way to prepare eggs, and Philip Glass, arguably the world’s best living composer, astonishes the staff of a small Providence arts club with a surprise request to practice on their piano. For over an hour.
You’ve never heard of Michael Weber, but he is always the smartest person in the room, and the most remarkable person I’ve ever met. A brief excursion into magic, mind-reading, and an amazing talent who fiercely masks his genius.
Our friend Katie’s cousin turns out to be one of those truly remarkable people of the west, a man who Walks with Buffalo. We take a trip to the green hills of western South Dakota, then come back for the best-ever chicken you could possibly cook.