Perambulate is a great word, isn’t it? It sounds like something a fancy fop in a waistcoat and coattails would do after dinner. And that’s because it is! To perambulate is to go for a walk, and lately I’ve been perambulating like the top-hatted, riding-booted, cane-carrying geezer on the Johnnie

One of the joys of living in a large city is that most of the time you don’t have to own a car.  Sure I’m not eligible for the Cash for Clunkers deal, but I also don’t have to pay attention to gas prices while the rest of the country