Charlie

I was about to say exactly the same thing!!

You can still buy their package of individually wrapped "Mini Crumb Cakes," of which I am quite fond for a quick breakfast on my way to the tennis court.

A year ago I traded in my old Mercedes SUV for a new Nissan Rogue, and I have no regrets. It is comfortable, handles well, gets good gas mileage, has all the new tech but the controls are very easy for me to understand and use, and it cost me about $35K. Check out the reviews for it on Consumer Reports, which recommends it.

My parents and grandparents all died natural deaths, but of different kinds. My maternal grandfather died at 55 of an apparently congenital heart condition, which seems to have affected some other family members in every generation--one of my younger cousins died of it at 30--but since I have no sign of it, I consider him really irrelevant to my prediction. My father was in excellent shape until he suddenly developed acute leukemia at 72 and died within four months of diagnosis; I suspect that it was the result of working unprotected for years with certain chemicals, since no one else in the family has ever had it. It is kind of a rogue cause, but of course I could also die of something unexpected like that (I thought about that a lot during the early days of the AIDS epidemic). My grandmothers both died of medical conditions--tuberculosis and diabetes--when they were younger than I am now. My paternal grandfather died of kidney failure, but he was already long past the expected age of death for someone born in 1870. My mother, on the other hand, was successfully cured of both colon cancer and breast cancer in her 70s and 80s, and died simply of old age at 102. I think I am most likely to be like her, though I really do not want to live that long (and neither did she).

As best I can remember, there was a large gathering space inside the entrance with chairs and tables (the baths were in the basement of a hotel in the West 70s), and as long as one wore at least a towel covering one's privates, one could sit there to watch the performer, who sometimes walked around among the audience. There was no stage, but there was a raised platform for the performer. I don't remember musicians, so the music must have been recorded. As you can imagine, my attention wasn't always solely on the performance.

She wouldn't have been working the Continental then if she were already a star.

I didn't know that Abraham Lincoln and Charles Darwin were born on the same day, or that the 13th Dalai Lama was born on the same day as my grandmother.

Ah, memories! I loved sitting there in just a towel watching Bette between trips back to the steamroom.

I agree about the ads. I'd say pretty much the same thing for the entertainment. And those turnovers?! The most interesting part of the entire broadcast was the overtime.

It's nice to see someone whose "Map me" shows a real location and not just an arrow at City Hall.

Even the photo from 2019 is certainly not that of a "boy."

I went to the DMV a couple of weeks ago to renew my driver's license, and the new license came in the mail on Friday. I was appalled by my photo on it: I didn't realize I already looked that old! It looks like a candidate for the "before" photo in a Plexaderm commercial. Maybe it's a reality check on how long I should want to live.

Depending on how old you are now, that it either encouraging or disturbing.

If Daddy were a wealthy businessman, he wouldn't always have been asking for donations to keep the site operating. It was Hooboy who ran the site basically as a hobby.

"Mine is bigger than yours."

While unable to sleep the other night, I decided to try to predict the age I will live to by taking the age at which each of my parents died, plus the age at which each of my four grandparents died, and dividing by 6. The result made me a bit nervous: according to that formula, I will die within the coming month☹️. Then I tried the outliers formula, in which I split the ages between the one who lived longest and the one who died youngest. According to that formula, I am already dead😲. However, I then considered the fact that my own health background is most similar to that of my mother, who lived longer than the other five by a good many years, so I threw away the averaging formulas and used the comparison test instead.

No. That Chestnut Hill is in Boston

I couldn't tell you much about the ingredients, but a Moroccan tagine is a large pan in which food is cooked and served; most contain meat (lamb is a favorite) and a variety of vegetables and spices. Since all the meals I had were communal, we had tagines frequently, and I never was served one that I didn't enjoy.

Perhaps you saw a story in the papers several years ago about a problem on I-10 between LA and Phoenix that caused cars to be caught in a traffic jam for several hours in a desert area in eastern Riverside County. One guy in a Tesla ran out of power, and Tesla had to send someone to rescue him.

The only place I have been to in Morocco is Marrakech, about a dozen years ago.. We went because an old friend threw a milestone birthday party for himself, and invited friends and family from around the world to join him (he rented two riads in the medina for all his guests). Since it was a mixed group, there was no gay sexual hankypanky, so I can't speak to that scene, but the setting was as exotic as any I have ever experienced, right out of an old black-and-white movie from the 1930s. I would gladly go back, if only for the food.

Yeah, I've slept with a few guys who are named on Wikipedia, but I am not.

"Why are you giving that look to my guy?"

I assume that this is a driving trip, so I hope you are not planning to do the trip as non-stop between those places, or you are going to be too tired to do anything else. I would also vary the route somewhat west of St. Louis if it doesn't interfere with something important to you about Oklahoma City, and instead head through Kansas City, Denver and Las Vegas en route to Palm Springs. If you are interested in things like Presidential history in this election year, you can see the Lincoln memorabilia around Springfield, and the Truman and Eisenhower Libraries in Missouri and Kansas. If you must go to Albuquerque, the route south from Denver is more scenic, and I agree with Njguy2 that Santa Fe is worth the stop. Lucky is sort of joking, but Palm Springs really is hotter than hell in July and August, so most residents flee to the mountains or the coast, and BSR is right that it would be a shame to travel all the way from NY but skip the last hundred miles to the Pacific. What gay man would pass up LA and SF? Also, check out Oliver's postings about his drives here to Palm Springs from Columbus with Epigonos and jawjatek.

The "Map me" function has been disabled, which makes it seem likely that he is only visiting someone he knows in North Bergen. Having worked in North Bergen when I was young, I know it is not a gay hotspot.

I became sexually active fairly young (17), so most of the gay men with whom I had sex in the early years were older than I was, and most wanted to, or expected to, fuck me. They seemed to stereotype me as a "twink," since I was average height (5'10") and very slender, and I was attracted to taller men who were well built and hairy, so they often were taken aback when I resisted the classic script. As a result, when they did fuck me, I was usually less than enthusiastic about it, and rarely maintained an erection while being fucked. The first time that I discovered that getting fucked could actually be pleasurable occurred in my early 20s. I was a regular at a local gay bar in Philadelphia, and one of the bartenders was a favorite with many customers. I found him physically and personally very attractive, and I was told by other regulars that he had a big cock and loved to fuck, and he was good at it. One night he suggested at closing that he would like to accompany me to my apartment, and I said yes. Because I liked him and already knew what to expect, I was relaxed and prepared to make the best of the experience. When we tumbled into bed we were still partly dressed, and he quickly took me from behind. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear as he slowly fucked me while jerking me off, and to my own surprise I came explosively at the same time he did! It wasn't until he withdrew that I saw his cock, and was shocked at the size of it--how could I possibly have taken that?! The answer, of course, was that I was strongly attracted to him, was psychologically prepared, and he was an expert at what he did to make me enjoy the whole physical and emotional experience. Unfortunately, it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but he did make me realize that it was possible.