I'm one of those classic case of a person who suffers from 'fear of flying'. There was a period a few years ago when I was constantly traveling from Los Angeles to New York on the red-eye from Burbank airport leaving at 9:30pm and arriving at JFK about 5 in the morning. It was brutal.
Read MoreI have only one friend left over from my college days (art school to be exact). They were a pretty miserable 4 years in Providence, Rhode Island, which we used to call 'the armpit of New England'. I hear it's much better now.
Read MoreWhen I was a kid in the Bronx they called it macaroni. After Church on Sunday my sister and I would go to the deli on the corner to get macaroni salad for lunch. Little elbow shapes swimming in mayonnaise with maybe a bit of pickle relish. It seems deplorable now, but we loved that stuff in 1965! The container never lasted long in the back of the fridge.
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