Nothing brings me joy more than travel. Unfortunately, I don’t have the cash tom do as much traveling as I want. So, the next best thing is breakfast. Early on in my life, I was not a big breakfast eater. After my brain surgery in 1966, however, I was prescribed medicines that made it mandatory to eat three meals a day—including breakfast. I love drinking a cup of hot tea with honey and fresh lime, accompanied by one of ten rotating breakfast dishes.
While eating breakfast, I perform the KenKen and Sudoku puzzles in the Los Angeles Times, followed by a reading of the funnies, where one finds more truth than in any other part of the newspaper.
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