A bazillion years ago, I dated a patchouli smelling, guitar playing, ponytail wearing hippie I'll call Ryan. He was working his way through a double major in music and religion when we started dating. (Look, I went to a Quaker liberal arts college in the nineties. What else did you…
Car Talk Part III
Rocco (pointing at a billboard): Renaissance Festival. Should we stop? Me: Darn. And me without my Patchouli. We could get some food on a stick. I'm sure they have tons of "Ye Olde" stuff. Rocco: Yeah, Ye Olde Snapple. No thanks.
Walking The Line
Another beautiful day in Hoboken - in fact I think we reached a record high. Sadly, my energy did not match the day. I could have easily laid in bed watching Lifetime made-for-tv movies and drooling all day. But seeing as the day was destined to be gorgeous, and my…