Travel broadens more than thighs

Most columnists say they write about what happens to be swirling around in their heads the moment they approach the typewriter or keyboard.

That's me.

At deadline, whatever idea is stuffed into the Rusty Saber topic cubbyhole in my brain makes the cut: A Rusty Saber is born. This week, a recent short vacation in New England was front and center in the cubbyhole.

It was an enjoyable trip that my best friend and I shared. Actually, my best friend and my wife happen to be the same person. It's neat when your spouse is also your best friend