Tripping over basil instead of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

In most cases, I should use the word “itinerant” in place of “peripatetic.” Ms. Burstein, one of the funniest and dearest people I know (she will probably chew me out for mentioning her name; don’t even think about trying to take a candid photo of her), described a bruising antic episode from her travels, when her suitcase got … More Tripping over basil instead of parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme

Budd Gauger, now eligible to attend Heaven’s weekly chicken auction

In the spring of 1986, a few months after we had arrived in Ann Arbor, Michigan, from a distant state, my wife Susan and I met Budd Gauger, who became one of our dearest friends. This meeting occurred at a gathering of University of Nebraska alumni in a Toledo restaurant. Budd and I found common … More Budd Gauger, now eligible to attend Heaven’s weekly chicken auction

Budd’s New TV

At some point in his life my friend Budd must have decided that learning anything technical or mastering the fine points of everyday gadgets was incompatible with his asceticism. He is exclusively devoted to the pure and the good. Helping him to pick out a new TV was going to be a challenge, but I … More Budd’s New TV