Healthy Morning

Breakfast at Bill’s in Dublin: honey and yoghurt with walnuts and strawberries.

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Coffee Mug of the Month: Sunshine and Saguaros

Apart from California, I’ve spent more time in Arizona than any other state. It was home for two years in my twenties, and I apparently left a part of me there, because I keep finding reasons – business and personal – to go back.

I still harbor a secret dream of buying a spread in Cave Creek with a Spanish-revival ranch house and settling down with rocks, lizards and books.

In the meantime, I have this mug.

Coffee Mug of the Month: Six Degrees of Orcutt

One of the redeeming bits about business travel is that it affords the opportunity to discover places to perch. Finding a comfortable, cool little nook or cranny to work, to chat, to read, to write, or to just hang out are the secret joys of travel on the company dime.

I discovered Six Degrees Orcutt in search of breakfast and brew last year. Their overnight oats are superb, and their coffee even better, all in a tiny little line of stores in a village south of Santa Maria.

The Improbable Metropolis 


As the sun rises over Las Vegas (yes, here again, this time for the Spousal Unit), I wonder if the denizens of this quaint little desert burg realize or care that this city would barely exist without the Mob and the Nevada Gaming Commission.

(Not to mention the wild-eyed vision of two of my tribesmen, Ben Siegel and Steve Wynn.)

That a city of this size could exist due to the will of so few is a thing of wonder. One is driven to ponder: how fragile is its existence?

Pocket Gopher

In the topor of the afternoon, Mr. Gopher pops by, inviting himself to tea.

Our conversation is interrupted by the distant shriek from the osprey nest under the trestle, and Mr. Gopher decides that tea might be best taken underground. Without so much as a “good afternoon” he leaves us. 

I reach for my coffee, toast the now-deserted tunnel entrance, and marvel aloud how Camping turns “pests” into “wildlife.” Somewhere, John Muir, Edward Abbey, and perhaps even the Almighty himself may be nodding in agreement.