Back in my '30s, I used to visit my ex-wife's grandfather on a Sunday morning, once a month. He'd call and invite me for breakfast. He never did speak good English and as he aged, he spoke only Italian. He'd whip up a great frittata loaded with sausage, bacon, eggs and cheese. With it we … Read more

It's just another night for me. I don't even stay up late. I used to party hardy on New Years Eve in my younger days. I even went to Times Square on NYE once, never again.

I don't have any...I would like to have some, but alas I dont.