The three summer Grand Slams (French Open/Wimbledon/US Open) get me through the season.  And this year we've got the Olympics too.  This is how I survive the summer, the season most others pray for.  A season of heat, outdoor chores, sweating, extra laundry resulting...

I don't know where or how or under what circumstances this phrase came to be, but my mother used to throw it around left and right / or maybe that should be left OR right since it's just half.   Jeffrey, go pick up the apples, and don't do your usual half-assed job....

The year was 1965.  I was six years old and my family took our annual Christmas trip into Manhattan.  Thinking back, it's no wonder my father was always a little grouchy.  It must have cost him a ton of money.  We stayed at the Hilton, skated at the Rockefeller Center...