TEQUILA SUNRISE!

Well, thanks to that damn Mexican fluid I was actually up at sunrise, and much to my surprise, the sun actually does come up before 9 a.m.  Who knew?  Anyway, as you can tell, I’ve been on the party circuit again.  Last night I found myself on 6th Street in Austin.  (Not literally!)  I was attending a birthday party, and I made several discoveries…  Tequila won’t solve all of your problems, but it’s worth a shot.  (Maybe three shots)  Also, if you want to make some memories, just add some tequila.  (I hate those gender-neutral bathrooms)

In any case, last night was very special for me.  I went to the Parkside Bar & Restaurant to celebrate Miss Helen’s 95th birthday!  Miss Helen is my son-in-law’s grandmother, and one of the most incredible ladies on earth.  She survived 6 different concentration camps during the Holocaust, moved to America and raised a large family, lived by herself for 20 years in Pittsburgh, and then moved to Austin when she was 90 years old!  (And she’s still as sharp as a tack!)  I will try to post a photo of me and Miss Helen at the bottom of this blog-post.  Miss Helen, as you might imagine, is a living link to history, at it was truly an honor to be invited to her gala celebration.

And speaking of honors (though much less important) I would like to thank the Cuero City Book Club for inviting me to speak at their spring luncheon last week.  If you’re looking for small town Texas charm, then Cuero is the place to go.  It’s about 98 miles south of Austin, and has a population of about 7,000 folks.  Cuero is best known for being a stop on the famed Chisholm Trail, and from 1867 to 1884, nine million head of cattle were driven through or around the city.  (Just the heads, not the whole body.)  After they cleaned up the mess, the city became a popular tourist stop.  I was in town to discuss my upcoming mystery, CAPONE ISLAND.  The book should be available to the public, and most incarcerated persons, sometime in early May.

Incidentally, as you might have noticed by now, I have not started a new travel adventure book.  Why?  Because I haven’t quite finished with my last trip to Italy.  I have recently been informed that shortly after my last archaeological visit to Pompeii, the local lads made an astonishing discovery!  Our friendly Italian colleagues found an amazing fresco of Narcissus, the Greek hunter who fell in love with his own image!  (God, I can so identify with that!)  The beautiful fresco has been covered in volcanic ash for almost 2,000 years, but it’s in remarkably good condition.

From what I understand, the fresco was found in one of the city’s grand villas, along with some glass containers, a bronze funnel, and some clay amphorae, used for storing olive oil and wine.  Mt. Vesuvius, if you recall, belched up a few million tons of fire, pumice, and ash back in 79 A.D.  Recent excavations have produced some startling new items, and this piece of art is certainly one of the most important.

By the way, the word “narcissism,” which I am quite familiar with, comes directly from old Narcissus.  Some of the synonyms are vanity, self-love, conceit, and egomania.  (Yeah, I know, these words also describe some authors!)  So, one might ask, are there any good narcissism jokes?  How many narcissists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?  Just one — because the whole world revolves around him!

Just for the record, Narcissus rejected the affections of a nymph named Echo. (Who was probably a nympho-maniac who repeated herself a lot!)  This rejection seems to have angered the goddess Nemesis, who arranged for him to fall in love with his own image in the water.  (This was a bad reflection on Narcissus)  Poor Narcissus subsequently wasted away, staring at himself in wonderment.  (I had a similar experience the last time I shaved.)  Thus, we see why staring is now considered rude behavior.

Well, that concludes today’s lecture on ancient Greek myths.  (Mainly Myth Echo and Myth Nemesis.)  Prior to my departure, I would like to thank another legend, Mr. Tim McCloskey, for his gracious hospitality last weekend in Boerne, Texas.  We spent a marvelous Saturday touring around my old stomping grounds and visiting some dear old friends.  Boerne is booming and the town looks great.  (A lot of new and interesting breweries, too!)  Looking forward to our return trip this summer.

Well, time to do some reading…  I just started a new book, “TEQUILA MOCKINGBIRD,” and it’s quite interesting.  The main character is a lawyer who has trouble passing the bar…  God knows I’ve been down that road!

Have a safe and exuberant week!  Love to all,

Doc Yanoff                **** PHOTOS ATTACHED ****

 

 

 

GULLIBLE TRAVELERS. (Chapter 8) “Prometheus Unsound”

My sincere apologies to Mr. Percy Bysshe Shelley, the author of “Prometheus Unbound,” a rather dreary four-act lyrical drama dealing with the Greek mythological figure Prometheus.  (Who defied the gods and gave humanity fire, which in turn led to “civilization.”)  However, I needed a title for today’s blog post, and since we are returning to Greece, I seized upon the above.  By the way, did you know that Shelley’s drama was used by his wife, Mary Shelley, as a  basis for a little novel she wrote?  Her book dealt with scientific knowledge and human suffering, and was titled, FRANKENSTEIN!  (Geez, they must have been a fun couple… not!)

Anyway, today we shall be exploring a most unusual venue called Monemvasia, Greece.  Mo-Mo, as I dubbed the place, is located on a small island off the eastern coast of the Peloponnese and is linked to the mainland by a short causeway.  We arrived in port early in the morning, dropped anchor in the bay, and spent the entire day exploring and swimming.  (The water was delightful)

High above the mainland (on the island) sits a medieval city encircled by ancient stone walls.  Here you can walk through a maze of narrow streets, enter old houses, and visit some very cool Byzantine churches.  The main cathedral dates back to the 13th century and is still in use.  (Surprisingly, they did not offer Bingo)  We decided to opt for an authentic Greek luncheon in the afternoon, but my daughter, being in better physical condition, toured the “Liotrivi,” the old olive oil factory.  The factory has been fully restored and was the boyhood home of one of the country’s most popular poets.

After lunch, we managed to find Paralia Pori Beach, which was a nice spot to swim and soak up some rays.  Incidentally, the town’s name is derived from two Greek words, “mone” and “envasia.”  These words, when combined, mean “single entrance.”  (Which is where the causeway comes in)  This was perhaps the most quiet and spiritual stop on our voyage, and a lovely place to stroll through as you discover the mystique of ancient Greece.

We did have one funny incident here…  when I left the local taverna (after a bit too much wine) I was stopped by a female police officer who told me that I was staggering.  I told her that she was rather attractive, too.  (My bail was easily affordable, about 10 Euros.)

So what else is new?  Well, last week I gave a presentation at Querencia Senior Residences in Barton Creek, and I had a blast.  I discussed my first history book, THE SECOND MOURNING, and then we had a lively Q & A session.  I will be returning to present my second history book, TURBULENT TIMES in the near future.  Always great to speak with a bunch of sweet and educated folks.

Kids don’t know how good they have it today.  When I was young, I had to walk over 9 feet of shag carpet to change the TV channel.  (Just saying)  By the way, never wear a red shirt to Target.  Long story short, I’m covering for a woman named Thelma this afternoon.  (I’ll be in women’s undergarments.)

Next Sunday we begin a new book…  (We had to leave the Mediterranean sometime!)  My next treatise will be called “THE PIRATE PATH,”  and in this brilliant disquisition we shall discuss my recent voyage around the southern Caribbean.  Trust me, you will not want to miss a single episode.  (Maybe the whole book, but not a single episode!)

As I take my leave I would like to remind you that there’s a Highway to Hell but only a Stairway to Heaven…  which says a lot about the expected traffic!

Have a safe and sensuous week…   Love to all,

Doc Yanoff   *** Incredible photographs attached ***

 

 

 

GULLIBLE TRAVELERS. (Chapter 7) “Let’s Talk Turkey”

Yes, I know we were heading for Monemvasia, Greece, on today’s (semi) fascinating blog post, but after receiving several hundred complaints about a lack of photos back at Ephesus, I decided to return to the scene of the crime.  (Which is just a euphemism, I didn’t actually steal any artifacts!)  Still, I never thought I would get a chance to use a euphemism in Ephesus, which ain’t easy.  Where was I?  Oh yes, those photographs…..

As a reminder, our sailing vessel made port in Izmir Province.  (And we drank every drop!)  Then we stumbled off the ship and took a short bus ride to the ancient city of Ephesus, which is actually an ancient Greek city.  (Which came under Roman rule in 129 B.C.)  I know, it’s all very confusing.  Nearby is the Temple of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, the wilderness, wild animals, etc.  Her twin brother was Apollo, the Greek god of soul music.  They both owned theaters, I think.  Anyway, the Temple of Artemis (completed at 4:38 p.m. on August 15, 550 B.C.) was one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.  (Which were more impressive than the Seven Dwarfs, but not as cute.)

The city of Ephesus dates back to the Neolithic Age and grew rapidly during the Bronze Age and the Medicare Open Enrollment Period.  During the ages, the city has had some very famous visitors.  (Other than me)  Mark Antony and Cleopatra checked into the local Motel 6, and they were followed by Emperor Augustus (Who the month of July is named after, I think.) and Constantine the Great, who rebuilt much of the original city.

Sadly, many of the structures were completely destroyed by a huge earthquake during the Byzantine era (395-1308 AD), but several important sites still remain in relatively good condition.  Most impressive are the House of the Virgin Mary, the Roman-built theatre (an open-air structure that held up to 25,000 people and featured many gladiator contests), and of course, the famous Library of Celsus.

The library is truly remarkable, and according to Greek mythology, it once contained all of the “Adam Gold Mystery Novels” written by one of my ancient relatives, Stehanus Yanopolis.  (I think)  Anyways, the library once held nearly 12,000 scrolls, and if you scroll down, you will see some photos of the remaining facade.

We were lucky enough to be invited to a gourmet dinner that was served directly in front of the library one evening, and it was truly a memorable event.  By the way, take a close look at one of the photographs and you will see something startling.  Before the Romans took control, many Jews lived in Ephesus, and when their religion (and Christianity) were banned, they resorted to etching graffiti in the stone steps of the library.  Look close and you will see a Jewish menorah on one of the steps!  (The etcher received a hefty fine, but his art work remains!)

Two final points before I take my leave today…   First, I’d like to wish Ms. Barbara Talbott a VERY happy birthday.  (The old gal just turned 39!)  She looks marvelous, due to a rigorous exercise schedule.  (Exercise makes you look better naked.  So does wine.  Your choice.)  Also, I would like to send a “get well soon” wish to the Princess of Portugal, who is a little under the weather this week.  Be careful with your medications, dear princess.  (I once took a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.  Don’t ask!)

Well, I have to get going.  My wife has asked me (several times) to take her out to breakfast.  My dear wife says I have only two faults…  she says I don’t listen well and something else she kept rambling on about.  Women.

Finally, to the bum who recently stole my antidepressants, “I hope you’re happy now.”  (Come on, that was funny!)

How about this one…..    Two blondes walked into a building.  You’d think one of them would have seen it!  (That one was for Judge Susan)    Have a wonderful week, dear friends!

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff         (NUDE photos attached.  Yeah, right.)

 

 

 

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GULLIBLE TRAVELERS. (Chapter 6) “Have No Fira!”

Fira, as you might know, is the capital of Santorini, the most spectacular of all the Greek islands, and arguably the most historically fascinating isle to be found in the Aegean Sea.  This mythical piece of ancient beauty is located about 120 miles southeast of Athens, smack dab in the middle of the incredibly lovely Aegean, which offers some wonderful diving and snorkeling opportunities.  If you look on a map, you will notice that the island is crescent-shaped, and therein lies an intriguing tale of wonder…..  Way back in 1646 B.C., the island’s volcano exploded, blowing out half the mainland and creating a huge caldera, which eventually filled with sea water.  The explosion was more powerful than a pack of Black Cat firecrackers, and subsequently caused a HUGE tidal wave that landed on Crete  (ninety miles to the south) and instantly destroyed the Minoan Civilization.

Crete has since re-built, and so has what’s left of Santorini.  Nowadays the island attracts a lot of tourists (many of whom are Cretins in their own right!) but somehow it manages to maintain its allure.  Last year, Santorini welcomed about 1.5 million visitors, and the number keeps growing each season.  (So try to get there while there’s still some charm left)  This was my third visit, and even though it was a little crowded, we still found much to admire.

We got an early start and took the cable car up to Fira  (you have to take a cable car, a donkey, or a VERY long walk to reach the top of the Caldera) and then we rented a vehicle so that we could explore the island with our special guests.  (My youngest daughter and her new husband!)  Santorini is a small island, roughly 37 square miles in size, and easy to explore.  Not counting honeymooners, the population hovers around 7,000 inhabitants.  I noticed that most of the locals are Greek.  (Duh!)

There is plenty to do and see on this island, but the most amazing site is the Ancient City of Akrotiri (recently excavated) and the adjacent Prehistoric Museum.  The museum is beyond cool.  The Greek government wisely constructed a permanent roof over the entire village, so visitors can stroll through and around the actual streets that were used prior to the volcanic eruption.  This is up close and personal archaeology, which I love, and couldn’t get enough of.  (Only a tantalizing Greek lunch pulled me away!)

By the way, a word about those beaches…  keep in mind that you will be walking on the remnants of a still-active volcano, which means little sand and lots of pebbles.  Water shoes are a MUST-HAVE item, and so is some serious sunscreen.  We drove to my favorite beach, the Perissa Black Sand Beach, but there are many others to choose from, and they’re all lovely.  Pick one, rent a sun bed and umbrella, and then find a taverna that looks appealing.  (The sun beds are free if you eat lunch or dinner at the taverna!)  You will thank me later.  Seriously.

Incidentally, as if a day in Santorini isn’t spectacular enough, our sailing vessel hosted an outdoor feast while we were anchored below the town of Fira.  When the sun goes down in the Aegean, and you’re sipping some good Greek wine, you will think you’ve died and gone to heaven.  Really, it’s that beautiful.  (If you scroll down you will find some photographic evidence to support my claim.)

Next week I will be reporting from the magical town of Monemvasia, Greece, so please clear your calendar and prepare for another enthralling adventure.  (This place was also mind-boggling)  Before I depart, allow me to publicly thank the Princess of Portugal (and Baron Lee) for hosting last night’s gala birthday party.  As usual, the food and drink were superb, and fairly priced.  We had a marvelous time, and feel very lucky to have such wonderful and generous friends.  (Which includes the “Terrific Talbott’s” and Sweet Sue, the hanging judge.)

Well, time to eat breakfast (photo attached!) so I shall take my leave and hope to meet again next Sunday.  Please have a safe and superfluous week!

Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

 

 

 

 

 

GULLIBLE TRAVELERS. (Chapter 5) “Revelation Station”

Well, here we are, in the port of Patmos, Greece, a UNESCO World Heritage Site best known as the sacred island where St. John (one of the Apostles) became rather depressed and wrote the Book of Revelation.  (Which includes the rather dreary tale of the Apocalypse.)  Bummer, dude.  Who wants to read about the end of the world when you’re lying on a sun bed and sipping wine?  Patmos is so pretty, an ideal place for nature lovers or just plain lovers.  Poor John must have spent too much time in his cave, because this place is truly one of the loveliest Aegean islands.

Our sailing vessel dropped anchor near the Grotto of St. John, which is where the Apostle heard the voice of God and then spent the next 16 months in a simple cave.  (Where he did some writing)  Being something of a writer, I trekked up the mountain to visit the famous cave, and perhaps receive some divine inspiration.  There was no inspiration, but plenty of perspiration.  Jeez, what a schlep!  No wonder John was so miserable.  (I was hoping that one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse would give me a lift, but they must have been on their lunch break.)  Notice how there’s never a demon around when you need one?

Anyway, the cave was rather awesome, and certainly one of the most interesting sites on the island.  Continuing upward (if you’re in good shape) you will find the massive Monastery of St. John the Theologian.  Here you will see the charming chapel of Christodoulos, which is elaborately decorated with frescoes, (NOT Fresca!), and breathtaking displays of jeweled chalices, crowns, crucifixes, vestments, and old manuscripts.  Below the chapel, you will find the 300-year-old Simandris House, and some wonderful spots to grab a glass of wine while perched upon sheer cliff.  (There are lots of sheer cliffs on Patmos, but no Montgomery Cliffs.)

After our morning stroll, we rented a vehicle and drove to a lovely beach called Kampos Beach, which is a great spot to soak up some sun and continue ruining your liver.  Here you can rent a sun bed and umbrella, and when your body craves food and drink, you can walk to George’s Taverna at the end of the beach.  Do not miss eating at this particular place.  They serve a legendary assortment of pies, the vegetable kind, all homemade!  They also have a great selection of traditional Greek wines.

Before you head to the Greek islands, you should take a look at one of the many wonderful travel books that explain how things work in this part of the world.  (For instance, ferry schedules are classified as “works of fiction!”)  Or, if you’re so inclined, or even vertical, you can read about the Battle of Armageddon.  (Which mentions the New England Patriots.)  In any case, please remember that knowledge is power, and that cleanliness is next to Godliness.  (Especially within the confines of a small cave!)

I’m starting to ramble, so I must be hungry.  Before I leave, allow me to remind you that we are getting closer and closer to the day you’ve all been waiting for.  (No, I haven’t been subpoenaed by a Congressional committee!)  I’m referring to the publication of CAPONE ISLAND, the next book in the never-ending saga of Adam Gold.  As of now, we are looking at an April or May date, but I shall keep you informed of any changes.  (If I were you, I’d stay close to home.)

Well, dear friends, have a safe and sexy week.  I look forward to our next meeting and a lively blog post about…..  Santorini!

Until then, Iove to all,

Doc Yanoff

 

 

GULLIBLE TRAVELERS. (Chapter 4) “TURKISH DELIGHT!”

Turkish Delight is better known as lokum (in Turkey) and happens to be a delicious confectionary treat.  (i.e., candy)  However, the above headline refers to our recent stop in Kusadasi, Turkey, “The Jewel of the Ottoman Empire!”  Just for the record, the Ottomans were a tribe of folks that liked to put their feet up at the end of a long day of rape and pillaging.  Hence, they invented a cushioned bench for that very purpose.  (They also had some stool problems, but that’s another story, and was related to overconsumption of lokum!)

Anyway, we arrived in the port of Kusadasi on a blistering hot day and decided to start the morning with a LONG jeep drive up the incredibly steep (and curvaceous) mountains outside of town.  Why?  Because of temporary insanity!  Our little tour ended up taking 9 hours, and it was truly a death-defying experience, not for the faint of heart.  Still, it was quite interesting.  We got to explore the ancient home of Mary (the mother of Jesus) and wander around the Cave of Hercules, where the big guy supposedly lived during his younger days.  The tour ended (believe it or not) at a beach-side club, where we were treated to a “bubble disco party.”  (Don’t ask)  I really love Kusadasi  (this was my third visit) but I would not recommend this jeep tour….. unless you love tempting fate.

The very best part of this port is the incredible city of Ephesus, which is just up the road and a MUST SEE.  We have been there several times, but on this visit, we returned in the evening and had a candlelight dinner amongst the ruins.  (I’m referring to the structures, not our fellow passengers!)  The tables were set up under the ancient library of Ephesus, which housed more than 12,000 ancient scrolls nearly two thousand years ago!

For my fellow gourmands, the Ephesus dinner menu consisted of stuffed grape leaves, eggplant in lemon sauce, purslane with yoghurt, veal stew, assorted cheeses, creamy spinach puree, Bulgur rice, and a carrot and broccoli pie.  (All of these items followed by an unlimited quantity of very good wine!)  Prior to making little piggies of ourselves, we were treated to a visit to the Grand Amphitheater (where the Apostle Paul delivered his famous speech to the Ephesians around 62 AD), a tour of the Temple of Hadrian, and a visit to the Virgin Mary’s House.

The country of Turkey is roughly 98% Muslim, but as you have probably guessed by now, a great portion of the New Testament takes place in this fascinating locale.  (Which also contains a fair number of Old Testament sites.)  Unfortunately, Istanbul is sort of “off-limits” for the present time, due to the knucklehead who is determined to return Turkey to the 14th Century.  Luckily, we were there several times before the current regime took over.

Next week will be chatting about the Greek island of Patmos, which is truly an amazing spot, so be there or be square.  In the meantime, please mark your calendars that I will be teaching not one, but two, writing courses in March.  (Designed for older Americans)  I will be at the Querencia at Barton Creek on March 7th, and then at Longhorn Village on March 8th and March 15th.  (Please feel free to drop in for an autographed copy of TURBULENT TIMES or THE SECOND MOURNING.  Both books will be available for purchase.)

Well, my dear friends, I must leave you now.  I’m off to breakfast with my family in downtown Austin and then it’s dinner with some dear friends tonight.  Have you noticed that I seem to be either eating or drinking all day?  Fortunately, I never order dessert.  (Remember my motto:  “Boys who eats sweets, take up two seats!”)

Have a marvelously enjoyable week!    Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

 

 

RETURN OF THE PROBABLE SON!

Wait a minute…  Isn’t that supposed to be “Prodigal Son?”  I’m not a prodigy, but the word prodigal certainly applies to me.  After all, if I remember correctly, “prodigal” means extravagant, self-indulgent, reckless, and wanton.  (God knows, I love wanton soup!)  In any case, I have finally returned from my latest ocean-going voyage to the Caribbean.  After two short, but sunny weeks, I am back in lovely Austin!  Back in Texas!  Back among sober people!  Be it ever so humble, there is no place like home.

In case you’re wondering, I was sailing around the Caribbean on my latest book tour/rum tasting cruise, spreading enlightenment to the sun-tanned natives (and pale tourists) of the Leeward Islands.  (Those islands are not as wild as the Wayward Islands, but just as gorgeous.)  Our venture began in San Juan, Puerto Rico, which has fully recovered from last year’s devastating hurricane and looks just wonderful.  We spent two days at the Marriott Resort Hotel and then boarded our vessel for a ten day jaunt to the lovely tropical islands south of Puerto Rico.

Just for the record, you can now purchase my books (both the mysteries and the histories) at the following literary locations…  Tortola, Antigua, St. Lucia, Barbados, Dominica, St. Kitts, St. Martin, and St. Thomas.  We visited at least one book store at each port, and after sharing a rum & coke with the proprietor, my books were prominently displayed in the window.  (Until we sailed away!)  Actually, the book stuff was pre-arranged, so you can probably pick up some books until the next hurricane arrives.  (After that, you’ll be forced to read “Gone With The Wind!”)

Lest you think that this was some sort of working vacation, allow me to remind you of my legendary work ethic.  (When I had a job, I did the work of three men:  Moe, Larry, and Curly!)  I don’t take life too seriously because I have a feeling that I’m not going to get out alive when my time comes.  Just saying.

So, how was I able to ingratiate myself to the locals so quickly?  Good question.  I’ve found that if you tuck one part of your pant leg into your sock, people expect less of you and are willing to give you directions.  (Even if you don’t need directions.)  On this particular voyage, I also observed that women spend more time thinking about what men are thinking than men actually spend thinking.  Just saying.

My best one-liner of the entire two-week hiatus was delivered at the Jolly Beach Resort on Antigua.  As we were entering the lobby, I spotted a donkey crossing the road.  Amazingly, the animal looked both ways before crossing.  I turned to my travel-mates and said, “Smart ass!”   (Everyone laughed except the local gendarme)

As usual, the best part of the trip was meeting and making friends with folks from across the globe.  We made many new friends, but I would be remiss not to single out a very special couple from Wales…  Sir Emlyn and Dame Gwyneth Jones. These whacky Welsh wonders were thoroughly delightful and enlivened many of our dinners with their brilliant repartee.  (Dame Gwyneth loves her white wine and frequently giggles before, during, and after sips!)  Another tip of the hat to Roger and Jo, and also to Steve & Edith, Scott & Martha, and Dr. and Mrs. Bali Rangpoor of Sri Lanka.  Thanks for making this such a memorable voyage!

And speaking of remembering things…  Today just happens to be Judge Susan’s 39th birthday.  (again)  Allow me to wish her “Happy Birthday” and ask her forgiveness for drinking her birthday rum on the way home from the airport.  (Hey, man does not survive by bread alone!)

By the way, have you ever locked yourself out of your hotel room and wondered how long it would be before your spouse came looking for you?  (The answer is 37 minutes.)  I shall elaborate on this fascinating bit of trivia at a later date!  Incidentally, while I was wandering around the Marriott (at five o’clock in the morning) I saw several guests leaving the hotel in shorts and sneakers.  I suddenly realized that some people do this on purpose to exercise!  Dear God, what is wrong with humanity?

For the record, I was up at that ungodly hour playing poker.  (I was not, as the San Juan papers suggested, up to “no good.”)  At my age, “getting lucky” is finding my car in the parking lot at the mall.  (Or an extra set of room keys!)  Just saying.

I will eat a slice of birthday cake in Judge Susan’s honor later tonight.  (Don’t repeat this, but I eat a slice of cake almost every day because somewhere, it is someone’s birthday.)  I know what you’re thinking.  They don’t make men like me any more.  How true, how true.

As I frequently remind Judge Susan, “judge not, lest ye be judged.”  (I didn’t make that up.)  I can tell when people are judgmental.  (Just by looking at them)  What can I say, folks?  These jokes might be old, but very few of them have made their way to Wales.  (I hope!)

Next week we shall return to our novel-in-progress, titled, GULLIBLE TRAVELERS.  Our last chapter dealt with Mykonos, and next week’s tale will take place in the wondrous city of Kusadasi, Turkey!  Please join me for another enthralling (and mostly true) adventure.  Until then, have a safe and smile-filled week…..  Love to all,

Doc Yanoff

 

***P.S.   If you scroll down you will see me in all my glory (partially clad) on the shores of glorious St. Bart’s.  (Please feel free to copy and enlarge if you need a wall poster for your dorm room)