No pulling punches

No bull. As my dear wife Karen and I strolled around Niagara Falls, I most certainly appreciated the pitch by Primed Steakhouse. I might want a salad to start, though, if they let me.

The daughter would love it

Ha! If only … I may never have seen a poutinerie, being from the U.S. and all, but I do know someone who loves eating poutine. If terrific daughter Elisabeth saw this place, my dear wife Karen just knew as we strolled Niagara Falls, she’s want to drop in for an order of loaded fries.

Let’s try that new place

I’ll keep mine on, thank you. Walk to take in the sights my dear wife Karen and I did on a brisk and windy afternoon, noting eateries and gauging our stomach pangs. Why not try someplace different, I suggested, pointing out that Shirtless Joe’s was not to be seen in our part of the States.…

The room view won’t quit

The city below us. For the third time, the Doubletree on the Canadian side was the perfect spot for my dear wife Karen and I to hunker down for our celebration. The view of what Niagara Falls offers was still fine. Still awake. Day and full-moon night.

Another great gift from my dear wife

My dear wife Karen told me I’d have to wait a bit for my final anniversary gift this year. She’d ordered special, you see, to mark our tin-and-aluminum milestone. Perfect. The sign that arrived by post marks the exact distance from A Bitty Better in our Liverpool neighborhood in Galeville to our New York Mets’…

Why she’s always my dear wife Karen

After hauling the 50-pound bag of gourmet food preferred by Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle to the car Sunday, I was informed by my dear wife Karen that I was getting dropped off at home before so she could tackle the supermarket stop all by her lonesome. Something about special ingredients for a surprise anniversary…