On GPS

I understand there are a lot of benefits to GPS technology, but sometimes I wonder where it's all leading. I mean, how far off is the day when all children are required to wear little transmitters so that their parents know where they are at all times -- and then keep calling them on mandatory cell phones. I understand that some children are in danger, but I'm glad that my mother wasn't able to track my whereabouts all the time. And it's not like I did anything bad -- or real bad -- just that sometimes I didn't go where I was telling her. Or sometimes I didn't know where I was going. Even now, I don't want everybody I know to be able to find and then call me all the time. What a drag.

About a wine rack

I went to see a production of the play AUNTIE MAME yesterday, since my mother played the part of an ancient southern woman in it, who did become Mame's mother-in-law. I can't say I was so enthralled by the character of Mame, however. Her great eccentricity was hanging around some creative people and getting drunk with them, which she had the freedom to do since she was then rich, but she couldn't do anything practical. And having a wine rack during Prohibition didn't make you a wonderful person, to me. And despite the allegedly wonderful book she wrote, there was no evidence she ever did anything herself.