Goodbye To Two Thousand And Eighteen With Three Single Malt Scotch Bottles From The Southern Coast Of Islay As The Sky Burns Over Nacka And I Listen To Vic Chesnutt And Elf Power.

The sunset burns the sky.  Such mysteries occur all the time.  I might think the world’s on fire, a revealing and ending through flames silhouetting branches, trunks and needles; but no, sadly apocalypse will have to wait for another year.  Still, world-altering changes have taken place, at least for the family.  I moved with Gabriela … Continue reading Goodbye To Two Thousand And Eighteen With Three Single Malt Scotch Bottles From The Southern Coast Of Islay As The Sky Burns Over Nacka And I Listen To Vic Chesnutt And Elf Power.

There Will Be A Bone

Hanging out in San Diego with Gabriela’s sister Helena, her husband Jordi, and two children Yuri and Thais.  We decided to have lunch at Cowboy Star in the Gaslamp district.  Lo and behold, look what appeared on the table.   That’s right, Roasted Bone Marrow and a glass of Laphroaig 10.  I have not yet … Continue reading There Will Be A Bone