Spacio-Temporal Continuum…Right!

It's Coffee!

Milk

It's a sad story. Not long after we arrived at our new Palace, we saw Father making something in the kitchen. It smelled enchanting and reminded my brother Marcus and me of when we were tiny kittens and regularly drank warm milk. That, of course, was before the evil cat enslaver dumped us at the …

Hot Tea

A friend loudly proclaimed that his favorite drink was whatever was on offer. At parties, he'd circulate and at one moment have a foreign beer, then a domestic Bud, a white wine, or a gin and tonic. This was when I lived on the back side of Boston's Beacon Hill. It was a sort of …