I sometimes forget where I live and think I am still in London. I forget that I am here in North America with a functioning phone, an expensive phone plan and can just call and…
Well, I did it again, I went to the gym and had a session with my hot personal trainer. I am including his picture and a picture of my T-shirt, one that I wore especially…
I did not blog yesterday for three reasons. I had a dream (move over Martin Luther King) and my dream “said” that I needed a new persona. It gave me a vision of a new…
Yesterday was Father’s Day at the Trump International Hotel, and elsewhere probably. So it was packed at Mott 32 but just outside the door, in the Champagne Bar and Grill, it was beautiful, quite serene…
I am writing this from the LL, (Lower Lobby) rather than the usual perch on the UL.(Upper Lobby) The reason for this being Triple C. is here at his station at the LL. For some…
So I guess there has not been a formal announcement made but I am here at home at the Trump International Hotel for quite some time. I do love that phrase: And they lived happily…
I met Derek when I was at the Chateau Lacombe and we began to chat. Derek: Your blog. It is almost as if it were alive. It has a life of its own. Me: That…
I wrote from the Edmonton International Airport on my way back to Vancouver I was seated at the Gretzky Wine and Whiskey Bar. The choice of venue was made after a lengthly discussion with two…
I awoke this morning, super sick. A sore throat that would not quit. And then a series of misadventures that I will not relate right here and right now but a great many people are…
I came to the following conclusion as I awoke on the 19th floor of the Trump International Hotel. They have created a Monster and that monster is me. I am spoiled absolutely rotten and it…