Charlie

Unfortunately, no one in California is going to the beach today: it is very cold, grey and windy. Even here in Palm Springs, my morning tennis match was cancelled because of the forecast of rain (though it hasn't started yet).

I have never spent a Thanksgiving totally alone, although it is often only myself and spouse. This year we were going to drive to Texas to spend it with his family, because it would be a chance to see everyone at once, but then we found out that the family members we were most eager to see were going to be somewhere else, so we decided not to expend the effort to make the long trip. When we are at home on Thanksgiving or Christmas, I do like having the excuse to go out for a big dinner at a good restaurant. The putative reasons for most major holidays don't really interest me, especially since they have become so commercialized, so I am just as happy to sit quietly at home and read or listen to music.

Except for one bequest to an institution, I intend to use up every cent while I am alive. That's why I donate to the people and organizations I care about now.

Does anyone actually pay attention to "travel indexes" like this one?

I assume you are talking about escorts, since I have no records of the hundreds of men I have had unpaid sex with over almost 60 years. escort#1: 8 times escort#2: 5 times escort#3: 4 times seven escorts: 3 times each nineteen escorts: twice each As you can see, I was mostly a "once and done" (203 times) client.

I have never spanked an escort, but I have spanked a few naughty boys who misbehaved.

I remember the days before computers when phone sex was the new thing. I tried it once, but found it a dud.

My doctor strongly recommends that his gay patients get tested for HPV.

It's a $1 Canadian coin.

852 is not a New York area code.

"Call me Ishmael."

Top However, having to use a coin-opening men's room when one doesn't have any correct coins is even worse.

I find his play on the slogan used in the memorial for victims of the mass shooting in Dayton, Ohio, tasteless.

I wouldn't want to experience the implications of his name.

232 men, 0 boys, over a period of 33 years Not counting repeats.

I also misunderstood the title. I was going to suggest that one can find almost anything at Harrod's, if you don't mind the crowds.

I wasn't suggesting that they were subject to federal impeachment, only that the traditional definition of a "high crime or misdemeanor" in English common law is one committed by someone in a high position, such as a judge, who, after all, has the power to punish other persons accused of that particular act.

Although they may sound like minor offenses, these actually count as "high crimes and misdemeanors," because they were committed by judges.

My maternal grandfather was always called Harry, and even his children assumed that it was a diminutive for Harold; his son and grandson were named Harold. It wasn't until I found his birth record that I learned his baptismal name was Henry. My father's family always called him by his middle name, which was his grandmother's maiden name. It was an uncommon German name that confused his American friends, who thought it was a similar-sounding English name, and they even used a first-syllable shortening of that. He finally legally changed his middle name to the one that everyone outside his family thought was his name. (No one ever called him by his first name.) A good friend of mine moved to the US as a child, and was enrolled in a new school, where there were already three other girls with the same popular first name in her small class. Her last name was Martin, so the teacher simply said, "We will call you Marty." And that's what she used as her first name for the rest of her long life. Even her husband called her that. Of course, it occasionally caused confusion, because strangers assumed that "Marty" was a male whose first name was Martin.

My grandfather had no middle name. Neither did Harry Truman: the 'S.' was inserted by someone else later.

K. Rolls over and starts to snore.

He lived in the neighborhood. For a number of years I lived a half block from Mario Lanza Park.

I'll just say that I came out during the Eisenhower administration.

"Daddy"? At 30?

I stopped hiring when I got married six years ago. OK, I actually stopped a few years before that. I had always been in an open relationship, but after more than thirty years of hiring, I had become bored with the whole process of hiring, which became too business-like once the Internet took it over. It was more exciting when one didn't know what the escort was going to look like, and the only way to contact him was with a phone call. It was also easier when I was living in a major city and traveling often to other cities. Then there was the fact that I was still young enough when I started hiring at 35 to get it without paying for it, so I could convince myself that the escort, who often wasn't a lot younger than I was, could actually be turned on by me. And there was that libido thing (note to self: you forgot to rub on the testosterone gel this morning). Finally--and this sounds strange to most people--I discovered that I got more physical pleasure from playing tennis than from having sex. So, now I am quietly retired in a resort town, travel very little, and have a couple thousand dollars per year to spend on other interests. My only contact with the escort world is through this site.