Charlie

Several years ago, my spouse took a trip to NYC alone, and in the hotel room he decided to hide his passport while he was there rather than carry it around with him. But when it was time to leave a few days later, he could not remember where it was hidden. (It was the first serious sign we had that he was developing Alzheimer's.) He traveled to DC to visit his brother, who contacted the State Dept for him; they said he would have to apply for a new passport. So as soon as he got home, he assembled all the documents he needed and sent them off with the substantial fee. The new passport--which he didn't actually need any time in the immediate future--arrived about a week later. That same day, I was about to store his emptied suitcase in the garage, when I accidentally dropped it, and I heard a strange "clunk" inside, so I opened it, and there was the passport: he had hidden it in the lining of the suitcase. Your caveat about not replacing something until you are sure it is truly gone is justified.

Years ago I bought a pair of socks with a zippered pocket in them, perfect for storing money and ID when one attended the kind of bar or club where one removed everything but one's jockstrap and shoes before circulating. (Do those places still exist?) Now I use them only when traveling and I want to hide something from potential pickpockets.

I can't make sense of these random quotes. Who is the writer/speaker? What does he or she think the players had an obligation to do before the wildfires occurred? How do Federer's and Nadal's donations "undermine a devotion to Tennis Australia"?

You would think that a "high class" escort with "high quality service" would have some high quality photos.

What I find hard to understand is that there is no indication in the "review" that the "reviewer" was a client or ever had had any kind of hiring relationship with the escort or masseur in question. I thought a "review" was only allowed for an actual meeting between an escort/masseur and a client.

Under the circumstances, it would seem to me to make sense to play the qualifying matches on the three indoor courts, which are not being used yet. Or are the main draw players using them as practice courts?

Strangely enough, thirty years ago I hired a gorgeous escort who called himself Paul Corrigan. He was in love with another escort, a true wacko who was locked up in an institution for the criminally insane, after murdering one of his clients. I often wondered about the name connection.

If you bring your paddles to Palm Springs, the best public pickleball courts are in Demuth Park.

I have played a couple of times, because some of my old tennis partners have "aged out" of tennis and find pickleball a suitable substitute. I do not, so I am not ready to leave the tennis court and go over to the dark side. One of the big controversies in Palm Springs recreational sports circles is the takeover and attempted takeover of public tennis courts by pickleball players, a battle that actually gets discussed in city council meetings.

It's a perfectly healthy body, but not what one would usually call an example of "muscle" or repeatedly claim as "muscular." Some might even think him "skinny."

The first time I was given poppers was in a threesome with two older guys ("older" meaning in their 30s). They apparently thought it would make me wildly sexual, but instead I thought I was having a heart attack and was going to die, and was so panicked that it killed the scene; they gently suggested that maybe I should leave and let the two of them get on with it. When I told my best friend about it afterwards, he revealed that he had used poppers when having sex, and it was no big deal: just use them when you need to relax your inhibitions, because the effect won't last long. So from then on, I did. The first time I was given hash, I completely lost track of who I was with and what we were doing, but when I came down my ass told me the answer. The first time I was given LSD, the provider asked me to tell him what I really wanted to do, and I told him I wanted to be a sex slut for a motorcycle gang; he thought that was pretty funny, but advised me against it. Instead we went for a lovely Sunday afternoon walk in Central Park, where we stopped in the public men's room. As I zipped up, I looked around at the other men there, giggled, and all of a sudden all of us were giggling: everyone was stoned on something! All of those first time experiences were in the 1960s. I haven't been stoned on anything in many years.

It sounds more like a hook-up ad than an escort ad.

The biggest negative may be the fact that you don't have real control over what is ultimately produced and shown (the RuPaul thing is an example), yet you will be held responsible for it by the viewers. It's the same advice that is given on this site: listen to your gut, and if it makes you uncomfortable, walk away.

Those are old photos of a popular porn actor whose name I can't remember (Jack something?)

I hired my first escort more than forty years ago, i.e., before the AIDS epidemic, so of course I have outlived some of them.

And Kennedy continued a policy he inherited from Eisenhower. And Nixon lied about how he intended to handle the situation he inherited from Johnson. And Ford was left holding the bag.

I never felt unsafe on the NYC, Phila. or London transit systems, which I used regularly for many years. It has been 16 years since I lived somewhere with such a system, and I would love to have access to one again.

The ad copy, despite its fractured English, seems to admit the photos are not of him.

I have visited both as well, but the LBJ library in Austin is also worth a visit.

The New York Historical Society is a treasure trove of information. I used to do a lot of research there.

Trying to reschedule a two week major tournament would be a nightmare for almost everyone concerned, given the rigidity of the entire world tennis schedule for the year. Unless a national emergency is declared by the government, it is unlikely to happen. Probably the only way to reschedule would be to move it to the end of the year, when it used to be played, but that would mean playing the 2020 and 2021 tournaments only about one month apart. More likely is that it would be like the 2016 Rio Olympics, where many individuals chose to pull out because of worry about the conditions in Rio, but the event went on as scheduled without them.

"It is better to give than to receive."

black, claw, walk, balk, bawl, ball, cowl, clack, back, lack, lock, clock, blow, blowback, blackball, callow, bowl, cock--sorry, I got distracted at this point, and forgot I needed an 'l' in there...umm, what are we doing here?

I saw it many years ago at the NYCO and loved it.

Eric Ryan, a genuine pornstar who didn't escort very much.