Last Halloween, my grandson (I’ll call him Mac) came over to spend the night after a rigorous evening of trick-or-treating and consuming his ill-gotten gains. His costume this year was that of a ninja, complete with the usual array of ninja weapons – throwing stars,... » Read More
The summer of 1972 was the time between college and grad school, so it seemed a good time to head to Europe for a 2-month vacation. While we were there, we decided to make a short visit to Morocco, to see what it was like. So we took a train to Malaga on the... » Read More
