As you may have noticed real live people that appear on the blog regularly have nicknames. I suppose that Triple C. was the first, but then there has been a steady accumulation. The Emperor and…
This is an excerpt from the yet unfinished book. It was written on my 73rd birthday. At the time I was living in London, England on Coptic Street near the British Museum. I awoke, and…
Living in this city and living in this place continues to amaze me. I am not only treated like the Virgin Queen within the walls of my castle, Trump International Hotel, but there are wonderful…
I found words written of Dave Dryburgh written on the occasion of his death. This piece was written by a colleague Scotty Melville who would take my uncle’s position as Sports Editor of the Regina…
Some fool emailed: “I do hope the hotel continues to live up to your high expectations. I am reassured that it is no longer owned by my favourite clown.” Such a cretin is this person….
The day before yesterday E.H.B. and I were having a discussion about the joys of being an intelligent woman. Men who are achievers are called forceful, intelligent go-getters. Women who are achievers are called cute…
There is a phenomena in myth and literature involving a phoenix that rises from the ashes. It is the theme of my life. The most recent case of ashes stemmed from the aftermath of the…
My goodness was I depressed the day before yesterday. But this sweet email bounced up to me in my room.” I am happy that the kind caring and funny Alexis is now going upstairs trying…
It has taken me five more nights of turn down service to appreciate the attention to detail that characterizes the Trump International Hotel. The May 13, 2017 post contained a story told by Benjamin A…