Good lord, Pumpkins. Sears Travel – say it ain’t over! That name used to be somebody. That contract meant something. Volume was yours. Size mattered. For decades, Sears was synonymous with moving the needle. And training tomorrow’s players. And windswept conferences…
I’m under the couch waiting for the whole thing to blow over, dahrlings ….hmm a little grey pill here. What’s the harm. Anyhoo, I’m not usually gay, or black, or jewish (a touch trans, perhaps) but holy alternate universe, Pumpkins,…
Dear Ann, How are you? From the twitter storm you’ve unleashed, dahrling, I see you didn’t like your seat on a recent Delta flight. Bummer. Especially since you paid the $30 to secure an exit row for those fabulous long…
You know how it is when your BFF takes a soak in her Pinot and out spills “if it weren’t for that scank, Johnny would still be with me!”? Again. For the first few years, you wipe her snot and…
I feel very honoured to still have one die hard fan left, darlings. His name is Michael, but I call him McClane., (From movies where the guy always dies hard. I hear that’s a thing.) McClane (he’s a bit of…
Gregg Saretsky must have a Boeing sized intersection this morning, dahrlings. Can you imagine waking up and announcing to the world WestJet has flashed their cash and bought 20 Dreamliners. Oh gawd! Thank you! Dreams really do come true. The…
Dahrlings, as you well know, when one dinkette retired, my troubles shrank by 50%. I now dream of the day Open Jaw undergoes a full ice water shrivelling of its last founding member. The nincompoop is all a titter about…
I don’t know about you, dahrlings, but I’ve been called a thing or two, in my day. Three or four, truth be told. In case you’ve missed a bit of a brouhaha in the travel trade media, of late, you…
Dear pumpkins, The chaos unleashed by that madman down south has me beside myself. Hearing the voices (Does Trump hear voices?) of all those people across the U.S. raising their fists and refusing to be railroaded into a Naziesque regime, has me jumping on…
My goodness, Pumpkins, she may look like Trump’s head squirrel chews her hair at night, but make no mistake, that Kellyanne Conway is a sparky little firecracker. If we’d had her ‘alternative facts’ back in my day, dahrlings, things might…
