Remembering…

 

In the surreal and foggy hours and days that followed 9/11, the shock and horror I felt gave way to dismay and despair, as well as a sort of numbness, as the death toll kept increasing of friends, loved ones and acquaintances lost on the planes that originated from Boston and in the offices of the Twin Towers. It was obvious that the world would never be the same again.

Exactly one week after the terrorist attacks, I was scheduled to leave for a friend’s wedding in Berlin. I was traveling with three other friends and a 6-month-old baby, and there was a lot of discussion of whether or not we should or would even be able to go. We all decided that missing our friend’s wedding out of fear would be just another win for the terrorists, and on Sept. 18th, we boarded one of the first commercial flights to leave the U.S. after the attacks.

We arrived in Berlin and were greeted by the Brandenberg Gate draped in black bunting with words of sympathy for the American people, American flags flying everywhere, spontaneous peace rallies, and strangers saying how wonderful it was to see Americans abroad after such a disaster. read more

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What I Did On My Summer Vacation…

 

A rip-snorting romp through Arizona! Read all about it here 

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Julia and Me

I had the pleasure of meeting, and even eating with, Julia Child, on several occasions, and there’s nothing I can add to all that’s been said about how delightful and funny and down-to-earth she was.

What I remember most vividly was her voice: that unmistakable warbly sing-song, which was the basis for one of my all-time favorite party tricks.

She had a phone line that only rang in her office, so I knew I wouldn’t be bothering her, and I knew the number by heart. At bars, I used to take people’s cell phones and dial the number, hand it back to them, and watch their jaws drop when they heard the answering machine pick up and say: “Hi, there! It’s Julia!”

Over a period of several years, that trick earned me hundreds of free drinks, which she would undoubtedly approve of (it’s true that she knew how to throw down).

So happy 100th birthday in heaven, Julia! And this time, the drinks are on me.

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