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Home Alone: Confessions of a Phasmophobic

There was a perfectly reasonable and scientific explanation for most of what happened to me last night. I’ll accept it for now.I returned from my business trip to an empty house. Nobody was waiting anxiously for my plane to land. Most of my friends were already...

Oh me? I’m on business.

I have a confession to make. I love business trips.Among my contemporaries, it’s fashionable to complain about travel. Somehow, these complaints always strike me as overly affected.”Oh, mercy me! If I have to eat free room service salmon one more time, I...

Where Not to Stay in Vegas

A few weeks ago:Monica: Would you be willing to sleep in McCarran Airport if it saves us $400 in air fare?Sam: What? Why?Monica: The flight from Fargo to Vegas gets in at 10:30 p.m.. That’s too late to catch a flight to Reno, but we could fly out the next...

Reflections on Fargo

Unless tomorrow includes disasters of TV-movie proportions, I’m ready to declare successful completion of my best visit to Fargo since I moved to Nevada seven years ago.I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face when she entered the Chinese...

Happy Birthday, Mom

Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. She will be 65.My mother has led an action-packed life. She grew up in Poland. She was a doctor. So was my dad. He posed as a spy so they could escape the Communists and build a better life for their kids.It sounds like a cheesy...