I whisk pass the long maze ofmiserable people meandering in American Airlines ticketing section and glideup to theFirst class counter ready to get pampered!I have earned this right because ofall the miles I fly entertaining on cruise ships, at casinos, and the occasional Purim celebration.I hand the First Class agent my passport. Continue reading →

In Cabo, I walked into a merchant alley and was asked if I wanted Silver.  I said I wanted fake silver. “Oh,” He said,  “Same thing.”