Category: it’s all relative
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Mom and Bert are driving down through southern France and most of Spain to Gibraltar (a rock the inhabitants share with mean monkeys), determined to see the Pilgrim, a 48ft re-fitted aluminum cruiser originally built for racing by Palmer Johnson in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin back in '71. Bert swears he saw it being launched back…
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Mom's having a good time in Los Angeles (or as The Custard likes to call it, Smogville) this weekend, visiting Thomas and generally cleaning up his act, well, his apartment anyway. She's a dangerous thing in a Target.
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Mom's leaving the tranquility of Door County for the bright lights (and freeways) of Los Angeles this week to visit Thomas. Wonder what those two will get up to?
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Bjorn, a retired chief of police from Norway, currently working part-time for a publishing company specializing in true crime stories, has a brother whose son is attending university, studying music, in Lincoln, Nebraska, where my father attended college not too far from his own home town of Edgar, Nebraska. Bjorn's favorite true crime story of…
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Today is the 60th anniversary of the liberation of Antibes. We caught the reinactment parade after Bert alerted it to us this rainy morning—"It will bring a tear to your eye." Spirit of history aside, I think he was referring to the vintage motorcycles.
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with the boat out in the harbor, Bert's been crashing here. On the balcony to be exact. Ruby loves it. She also digs the long 7am walks. Now she's gonna be all spoiled.
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I didn't think it was humanly, nor, mathematically possible for Mom and I to spend more time together. But, this past week in Italy, we did. And no one is dead. I've gained a post-skirmish-guilt handbag (the best kind), but no one is dead. Success! Bert had to take the boat out into the harbor…
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We managed to keep it a surprise, just barely! The shower was a big hit today, the baby is sussed for clothing and more practical goodies (bath supplies, carrier, bibs and onesies, blankets, etc) for at least the first year. There were a few confusing moments: Ruby thought the Sophie giraffe squeak toy (a French…
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We took the train over to Menton to visit Aunt Peg and Uncle Natale on Sunday. Bert sailed over, or so he intended. As he said last night: "An ill-advised trip." He never made it to Menton. Forced to anchor in a small harbor only five miles down the road from his destination, he waited…
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