Waiting to Get There. Usually on the A/C/E in Chelsea, New York City.

As you might know, we recently returned from Palm Springs. In case you're curious about the why with the Palm Springs, it's because the six of us who went included some east coasters and some west coasters. We determined Palm Springs would be excellent middle ground to rent a house for the long weekend. Also it felt like a great place to escape the winter. Sunshine, great friends, napping my ass off in a lounge chair on a weekday.  Some homes we saw in Palm Springs. We were there during Modernism Week. Upon check in at our AirB&B, we discovered a very official document. It was neatly laid out on the table beneath a sign that we all needed to sign said document immediately. As in everyone, not just the person whose name was on the rental agreement.  This official document concerned the noise ordinance in Palm Springs:  No music of any kind at any time outside.  Also, no talking above a whisper outdoors after 10PM. 10PM. Outdoors meaning on your patio or around the...

When I was a little kid, my grandfather would lean down every now and then and whisper in my ear, "Never trust a man with two first names."  My grandpop was a huge man with an even bigger personality. Those moments when he loomed large and low in my airspace were moments any 7 year old would remember pretty much her whole life. Another thing to know about my grandfather, his name was Frank Richard. He had two first names. This went right over my head. Maybe I was 25, years after he died. One day I was like, "Hey wait a second..."