Travel Blog

Readers of this blog, and The New Yorker, know that back in July Larry David wrote a humorous piece for the latter about his obsession with golf. As part of his bargaining with God for an improved game, David wrote: "I'll visit my parents in Florida three times next year. . . . Did I say three? Three's crazy. No one can survive three trips down there. It's suicide."

So imagine my surprise when I read in the Miami Herald yesterday that Larry David was spotted last weekend at Wall, and then again at The Dutch.

I don't frequent either place, but I wish I did. I would have gone up to his table and, in my best Susie voice, asked him how he was surviving in Florida.