My first published words came in the form of a limerick, published some fifty years ago in New West Magazine. For my trouble, I was given a year's subscription to the now defunct publication.
Though Don Juan was a scandalous sinner,
With the girls he might still be a winner
If he'd kept all his feats
In the realm between sheets
And not asked that statue to dinner.
Being a Californian living in Massachusetts was more than getting accustomed to snow. There was the language, which was supposed to resemble English, or at least the English I had been taught. Eventua
It's amazing that growing up in a family of teetotalers, I became a wine enthusiast and collector. I'm not certain where it started. Certainly not in college when alcohol had no other purpose than get