My literary adventures continue. To review, I now spend hours and hours a week behind a windshield, and have choices on what kind of nutrition to feed my mind whilst doing so. There is the pablum or empty calories of podcasts, and then there is the vitamin-fortified nutrition of audiobooks. Many of the latter are…

While shopping for some provisions for the birthday I wrote about last week, I was reminded of the lyrics from another song – one much older than “When I’m 64”, but also far more popular in its time. Marianne had put bananas on the list of things I was to bring home. After failing to…