I'm having a hard time typing more than a sentence or two at a time. That's because I can't stop myself from reaching down to scratch my ankles and forearms and even a giant welt or two between my fingers.
On Wednesday, after a year of careful planning, myself and four girlfriends are flying from San Francisco to Portugal in an attempt to find the meaning of life.
This column was published at this time last year. Because I just ran down to SLO to support the senior college boy in his fundraising competition, and I'm packing for a red-eye flight tonight to visit the film girl, I thought a look back on a Thanksgiving flight adventure would be appropriate.The thought of me […]