My mother just called from the Greek isle of Rhodes. She says it’s gorgeous. I say I’m envious as hell. Postcards just aren’t the same, you know?

I say that, but I’m not big on travel. I’ve never seemed to have the energy. I love new foods, new people, new sights and sounds, but I hate planes and cars, hate jet lag and vette lag and someone needs to invent a transporter so I can just be here and then there. So I can just be.