Easter is an indulgent feast for many but it might be smart to think twice about eating a croiffle at the Godiva café.
Grinding and brewing a pot of Kick Ass coffee before driving to NSPR’s 50th anniversary street party in Chico (CA) and dropping in on the Whole Earth Festival in Redding.
Admiring next week’s cover of The New Yorker portraying the rebirth of Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris, where The Idiot lived for ten years on nearby Île Saint-Louis.
The Idiot, an avid spinning enthusiast at the gym, uses a “shared micro-mobility system” (that’s what shared bikes are called) to cross that bridge when he gets to it.
Waking up in Sausalito, California, on another sunny April morning.
The Idiot could easily have hiked across the Golden Gate bridge into nearby San Francisco after giving a talk at the Sausalito Library about the Monaco royal family while referring to The Idiot and the Odyssey trilogy of travel narratives describing his 20-year walk around the Mediterranean Sea.
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