The boy has gone to Phoenix, Arizona. Information is scant from a son to a parent, and it was only a couple of weeks ago he casually mentioned to us over dinner at the end of a sentence asking for the salt that he was heading over there. Phwooaar, we thought as one, Phoenix, Arizona.
Many years ago I bought an album by Red Sovine called I Know You're Married But I Love You Still, simply for its title.
Most rational thinkers would agree that the measure of a man is found in the birthday presents he buys for his partner.
The Dainty Dairy is no more.
Erica von Kessler. Now there's a name.
For years, all I knew about my mother's mother was that she had a brain the size of Brazil.
Unusually thwarted by drizzle in the Ida Valley last week, I turned indoors to books.
Any bed salesman worth his salt will tell you a bed is a terribly important thing.
Most rational thinkers would agree the phenomenon that is David Hasselhoff is an insulting nonsense, one of the most alarming examples in recent times of someone sustaining fame through being famous.
Carpet. Now there's a thing. I love carpet.
Most male rational thinkers bring a raft of highly discussionable topics to a dinner party, because men like to prepare.
When I was young, television's It's in the Bag seemed silly, about as demanding as folding paper.
The grandson Rowan returned from the Ida Valley last week, his tiny pockets stuffed with money.
When people are asked would they change anything if they could live their lives over again, they invariably say no.
Most rational thinkers would agree that the Christmas New Year period is the one time of the year when you should be seeking out highly intelligent and complex information.
People in a valedictory mood are fond of suggesting they have left their place or position in much better shape than how they found it.
One of life's more astonishing facts, and it is reprinted everywhere, is that 70% of visitors to your home look in your bathroom cabinet.
In the raggle-taggle garage sale of academia that formed my three-quarters of an arts degree at Otago University, there was a year studying Plato.
The gardener is back.
Joe Cocker is coming back to town.
