One slushy morning this week, we found ourselves searching for our favorite black duck boots.   We found one and put in on, then, after much rummaging in the dark recesses of our closet, found a second.   At this point, we were on the edge of missing our train, so we put on the second shoe and rushed out the door.   A little later, sitting on the train and conscious of a little too much seatmate…

We write today fresh from a short cruise to celebrate a milestone birthday of the Drug and Device Law Dowager Countess. We view cruising, and the limitations of its inevitable confinement, as the perfect antidote to the often-unrelieved breakneck pace of our daily lives.   And this cruise was no exception. We eschewed shore excursions in favor of endless trivia contests, raucous piano bar sing-alongs, and sitting on our balcony with a book. Nevertheless, rough seas,…

We write as we prepare to head to the airport for a long weekend in Whitefish, Montana, a bit of paradise in in the Flathead River Valley of northwest Montana, just outside of Glacier National Park.   As we have mentioned in other posts, Whitefish is the home of beloved friends of many decades, and we find that occasional visits serve as no less than transfusions for the soul. We love to stand on the banks…

Today we offer another in our series of travel misadventures.   Last weekend, we had the pleasure of visiting the Drug and Device Law Rock Climber (and seeing Lin-Manuel Miranda’s improvisational hip-hop show) in New York City. We took the train to Philadelphia then to the regional station closest to our home.   Here we pause for some backstory. Our train station, from which we commute to work daily, used to be user-friendly. Riders could wait in…

We were in western Tennessee last week for an argument.   We stayed at a beautiful and venerable hotel, most famous for twice-daily “march of the ducks.” Every morning, at 11 a.m. sharp (at least 30 minutes after guests have packed the lobby), an elevator door opens, and a uniformed “duck master” leads a perfect procession of mallard ducks down a red carpet to the lobby fountain, where the ducks climb steps and jump in.   There…

A couple of years ago, we were overjoyed to learn that our very favorite old-fashioned Broadway musical was being revived. The lead role – a famously brassy female character – was being played by a famously brassy singer and sometime-actress we believed was perfectly cast.   We bought tickets the day they went on sale, and we saw the show nearly as soon as it opened.   We could feel our excitement building at the swell of…

On our office bulletin board, we keep a post-it listing the states we have not yet visited.   We are down to ten, and we expected to cross Oregon off after a deposition last week. But our deponent moved from Bend, Oregon to St. George, Utah. We’ve been to Utah lots of times, and were annoyed at this development. And St. George is not easy to reach. The local airport is temporarily closed, and the closest…