Do today’s youth collect concert t-shirts the way we used to when we were young? If I were to go through my collection of old clothes, I would find piles and piles of those concert shirts, both regular t-shirts as well as those three-quarter sleeve jerseys, where the body of the shirt was usually white or grey, and the sleeves a different color. There’d be shirts...
With so much going on here, you’d think I’d have a lot to say. I suppose I do, especially with regard to the juvenile antics of certain Israeli politicians who seem so hell-bent on saving themselves that they are willing to ignore the loud cries all around them calling for change. The behavior of these individuals has reached a new low, and frankly, given the...
After what seemed like an interminable journey, the Little One and I are finally home from our vacation. Our return flight was, ummmm, interesting and fraught with far too much excitement, as our flight from Sarasota to Atlanta was delayed by three hours because apparently, the plane was hit by lightning before coming to Sarasota. Three hours was bad. Very bad. We would never...
As you have probably noticed, there was no 80s Music Video Sunday today, and I’m guessing that some of you are a bit disappointed. We were away for the weekend and only returned a few hours ago, and though I could probably cobble something together, I’ve decided not to post, given that Memorial Day for Fallen Soldiers and Victims of Terror begins Sunday evening in...
As you may have noticed, I’ve decided to turn the comment moderation back on. I’ve got a pesky, racist little troll commenting from Federal Way, Washington (or maybe it’s just where the server is located) who clearly has nothing better to do with his or her time than to leave reams and reams of nasty little comments that I’ve spent far too much of my...
I’ve always enjoyed Latin and Spanish music, whether it be salsa (and I even tried to learn how to salsa dance during my university days, but alas, I have no rhythm), Cuban music, Spanish musicians such as Alejandro Sanz or Estopa, the music of Juanes, and, during the summer camp years, Puerto Rican boy band Menudo, which played a pivotal role in launching the career of...
You see an alligator behind the house within an hour of your arrival. Your hosts talk about hitting the early bird special for lobster night at one of the local restaurants. You’ve seen three alligators behind the house within three days after your arrival, and are told that you might see more, because it’s mating season. Your Little One begins to say words in...
We’ve been ensconsed in American life for approximately 52 hours, and the culture shock is palpable. So many television commercials! And hey! Why are there commercials for adult party phone lines on Nickelodeon during the day? We haven’t been to Target. We’ve been to Super Target. Seriously! It’s really called Super Target! Because regular Target just...
Not that I am very tizzy-prone, but I’d have to say that today, I’m definitely leaning in that direction. The Little One and I are off to the US tonight for a three-week visit with Grandma and Grandpa, and I have stocked up on a variety of coloring and sticker books, play-doh (Delta Airlines, please forgive me in advance for the mess…), crayons, puzzles and...
My parents grew up in the US against the backdrop of the World War Two. As such, like many other American Jews of their generation, their feelings regarding Germany were harsh at best. As a child of parents from this generation, I was brought up in a household with no German products, and my parents have never owned a German car. I can’t recall my parents ever having...