All good things must come to an end, I suppose, so it was with great sadness that we concluded our seven-day cruise by pulling back into wretched Galveston Bay and leaving our stateroom to be immediately replaced by another lucky family.  Here's

<st1:place w:st="on">Cozumel</st1:place>.  What could be written that hasn’t already been captured in a million other blogs . . .  Well, it was freakin’ hot, for one.  Smoking hot.  Stupid, crazy hot. 

Here is what I hope will be my shortest entry of the blog, but I’m making no promises. For those of you familiar with cruise ships and those particularly associated with Carnival, you already know that there is a special night near the middle

Ah . . . the <st1:place w:st="on">Cayman Islands</st1:place>.  Things are much better now that we’ve left <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Jamaica</st1:place></st1:country-region> in ou

Hey, kids.  Today’s report is following our stop in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Montego Bay</st1:city>, <st1:country-region w:st="on">Jamaica</st1:country-region></st1:place>, and here&rsquo

Well, kids, things feel much better now.  Even as I type this on the laptop I’m sitting in a mostly darkened cigar bar on the ship, enjoying a stubby Churchill and what was once a dram of twelve-year old Glenfiddich.  In the backgroun

Although I had planned on maintaining radio silence since arriving here in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Galveston</st1:place></st1:city> on Saturday afternoon, I would be overcome with guilt if I didn’t pop o

What vacation would be complete without losing one's ATM card? It happened on the day that we were visiting downtown <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Dallas</st1:place></st1:city> and doing a reconnaissance mission on

Here we go kids.  It’s a whirlwind synopsis of the last several days, but lacking my usual rambling due to tomorrow’s departure to points south and our rendezvous with the Carnival Conquest in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place

Hey, kids.  Not much to report from this end, as the recent days have been taken up with long-lost relatives and bad weather. I know . . . I'm as surprised as you are that I'm not going on and on and on about some incessant piece of my lif

Today, life is good.  I’ve finally made it to my feet and with the continued help of minimal medication and a 9:00 a.m. wine cooler, I feel that there’s nothing that I can’t accomplish. Stef ended his hockey camp today. 

Things could be worse, I suppose.  After all there’s a television within close range and Grandma periodically takes naps, so I’m sometimes able to escape the frequent feedings that she feels that she must put upon me every hour or so

Fate.  Murphy’s Law.  Bad Luck.  The Big Freakin’ Wienie.  Call it what you will, but it is bound to happen on each and every vacation. Most of the time it manifests itself in the form of arguments and bitter feuds wi

Hey, gang.   Sure . . . I know.  It’s been better than a year or two since my last attempt at travel essay and nearly as long since I updated the cursed blog.  And judging by the deafening sound of crickets and the lack of