What’s your go-to comfort food?
It’s a reassuring sound even if it does sound like a backfire.
The physics and chemistry that goes into popping a bowl in your microwave releases a great aroma.
Pop open a prepackaged bag, and you let out that same great smell.
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Horseracing or horse riding are two ever so different recreations.
Those who ride are further divided by the shape of their saddles. English aficionados have a slight disdain for the Westerners. I have ridden both styles and had an equal liking.
Taking to horseback is an often exhilarating activity and very fine exercise.
You won’t burn as many calories in the stands at Saratoga even if you jump up every time number 7 takes his turn round the track.
While riding is a way to canter away a leisurely afternoon, it’s a bet at the races that gets your heart racing.
Going to the window to put your money down turns this spectator sport into a participatory one.
What foods would you like to make?
Dessert often comes ahead of the appetizer course, as in the adage to which I subscribe:
Life’s uncertain eat dessert first.
It’s advice by which to live and over which to chuckle.
Dogs or cats?
As of this writing, I have not made a choice of which is the superior pet.
It seems like dogs engage with you more. They want to be petted. Cats often act as if we are a nuisance when we go to stroke their fur.
Of course, both the dog and the cat provides us with companionship.
Conclusion: let’s keep one of each.
1971 draws a blank for the moment.
In 1967, I had a roommate who matriculated. She was finished with her studies a year ahead of me.
It’s a little game, silly, really, that I like to try. The universe hands me a date and I connect it to a memory.
The idea is not just to stay sharp but also to keep the timeline of my personal history fresh.
The latter has a way of slipping as time passes. It comes in handy, keeping a grip on who I am.
Are you seeking security or adventure?
Adventureland was my favorite go-to as a child. I would happily drag my parents there every chance they gave me.
As a teen, I visited the World’s Fair so often it started to feel like home. My exploration of the place gave me security.
Adventure once you take to it can begin to feel familiar.
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
Close friends and the little bit of family we have are welcome to join.
Dinner is to be served promptly between 6 o’clock and 7. Dress is optional by which we mean that of course you have to be dressed but wear what you like.
See you then.
What do you think gets better with age?
Love grows and ages well.
When we are lucky enough to experience it.
The term we use when we experience horrific destruction is ‘Acts of God’. It’s a term of convenience for insurance agents who don’t want to fund natural disasters.
Sometimes, in a more neutral frame of mind, we blame Mother Nature. As if your mama would inflict that upon you.
Of course, the God-fearing among us still turn to prayer when unthinkable catastrophe hits.
I, as usual, turn to a favorite atheistic catchphrase: God has a lot to answer for.
What is your favorite genre of music?
🎼Classical music, big splashy symphonies, and intricate piano works are wonderful.
My teenage years played out mostly to Brahms and Bach and Mozart, and Liszt and some more obscure and lesser composers. 🎹*
In college, I bopped to classic Motown and R&B repertory.
As I grew to young adulthood, I started grooving heavily to country tunes.
Yes, folks, let’s sing along with Miss Barbara Mandrell. “I was country when country wasn’t cool.” 🎵🎶🎸
I love the great American musical, like Pajama Game or Hello, Dolly, to name a few. It’s billed as The Great American Songbook and
Jazz was an eye-opener when I was introduced to it. Over the years, I went to many a jazz concert and a few jazz clubs.
Let us not leave out Big Bands and blue grass for a full roster of favorites
*Classical music and the classical music station were part of the family dynamic.
All The Best