Big Red

When my brother, sister-in-law and I were walking around at Venice Beach one of the street vendors called me "Big Red" with a bit of a southern twang. That amused my brother so much that he picked it right up and started referring to me as "Big Red" with a like twang.  Give my brother [...]

Further travels of a born-again tourist…

When my brother told me we were going to the Sawdust Festival this past Thursday I thought he said the Sausage Festval and I wasn't quite sure how to respond.  Fortunately, I misheard my brother and making a decision about whether I wanted to spend a couple of hours celebrating sausages became moot. The Sawdust [...]