This was a question on Jeopardy yesterday, and thanks to my friend Dr. Jonathan Weinberg's love for his city, I knew the answer. Thanks, Doc!



Once its own city, it joined with a neighbor in 1898; today on its own it would be the 4th most populous city in the U.S.

Late at night. Sipping the wine, with my cowboy boots on the coffee table, listening to my Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Chet Baker, Charles Mingus playlist. Life is so good.   

Listening to my Pink Floyd playlist while I do my housework. Das right.

I'm all alone
Most of the time.

Deep inside I know I can change that
Anytime I want
But I haven't yet.

Te agradezco Senor. Por todo esto.

"When you're all about that bass and you love good sax..." - My wordsmith of a husband

Close your eyes and you hear a 25-year-old, not a 12-year-old. 

"Real science means a potion." - my five-year-old student

It's been a Summer of Nothing. For the first time in thirty years I've woke up most days with nothing of consequence to do. Nothing going on. A Summer of Deep Contentment. And this is the last weekend of it. After which all the self-discipline I employ (snort) goes back into effect.