by John Corbett | Jun 27, 2018 | Growing Up
Trip to New Orleans, July, 1999″Bite they tiny haids and pinch they li’l tails”The salutation refers to the recommended manner of eating boiled crawfish.Deb and I are just back from four days in N’Awlins, and ain’t that a naughty city!We...
by John Corbett | Jun 27, 2018 | Growing Up
Santa Fe, October, 1999We’re back a week from Santa Fe, and we both want to go back there, because it’s such a civilized town. The oldest capital in North America, and surely the nicest. Deb’s producer calls it the New York of the Southwest....
by John Corbett | May 22, 2016 | Growing Up
It was the night before the federal election. I’m a pollster. That’s like Christmas Eve, only it comes once every four years, like an Olympics. It’s an event you don’t want to miss. My crew was in field polling all day (it was Sunday), and we were getting ready to...
by John Corbett | May 22, 2016 | Growing Up
I got to the yacht club at 11:30 and banged off some work on the computer below before lunch. Jamie, my First Officer boarded in full motorcycle gear just as I finished lunch (roast beef sandwich, chips and a Beck’s (non-alcoholic) beer). We warmed up the 90...
by John Corbett | May 22, 2016 | Growing Up
It was supposed to be a simple four hour cruise, Niagara-On-The-Lake to Toronto, a straight line, 27 nautical miles, course 325 degrees. My former crewman and first officer, Jamie, had, to everybody’s surprise, bought himself a boat identical to mine, a 36 foot...
by John Corbett | May 22, 2016 | Growing Up
It’s not that I can’t cook, I can, very well by comparison with some men my age, but I’m lazy. If it involves precise measurement, timing, greasing and prepping pans and especially baking, I’m not interested.One of my favourite dishes (and a favourite among those who...
