He didn't go on to say that Carson - like Jack Paar and Dick Cavett and even Steve Allen (the silliest of them all) - never forgot that he was an adult. Adulthood was not just an ideal, it was the norm; when you watched their shows you heard adult conversation and you saw adult behavior (which made their occasionally childish antics even more effective). Today's talk show hosts, like most American males, even (if not especially) the elder statesman Letterman, still aspire to adolescence. (Those suits are nice, but they're not fooling anybody.) It's our pernicious youth culture, though I don't know if it shapes, or is shaped by, the entertainment industry.

This past weekend the Marlins played one night game and two days games. I was tempted to go to the night game, but there were reports of possible showers (imagine that) and I figured they would close the roof. They did.

I've been to the stadium twice, once for an exhibition game in March, once for a regular season game in April. Both times the roof was closed. I knew not to go to the weekend games because I'd heard that the roof will be closed for all day games. Even day games at the beginning of May when there's no threat of rain and the temperatures don't even reach the high 80s.

We have either the most pampered players or the most pampered fans in baseball.

They were still working on the roof over the craft beer bar. We took a seat at a high wooden table in the garden - it's all a garden - while fans scattered mists.

The fish of the day was mahi mahi; I ordered it in taco form. A few minutes later a plate of three fish tacos appeared in the window of the Airstream kitchen.

The large pieces of fish were bedded in cabbage and drizzled in sauce, but that was about it. This was a fish taco that was all about the fish.

The taco is enjoying its moment right now - in South Florida, at least, it's the new burger (even though the burger is still going strong). And I've had some excellent ones, at Taco Beach Shack in Hollywood, the new Casa Frida in Oakland Park, Taqueria Dona Raquel in Pompano Beach, the Miami Mex stand at Marlins Park. For simplicity, freshness, and taste, you can add Cuthill's fish tacos to the list.

It's even more pleasurable now, as it gets me out of the house (the house being more boring than the newsroom ever was). I love talking about travel and - like most people - myself. I spoke about themed travel, and told of my trip to Sicily to write about the anti-Mafia organization Addiopizzo.

But I also enjoy hearing bits of life histories from audience members. One woman asked if I had ever been to Budapest, her hometown. Afterwards, a woman came up and told me that she had been born in Berlin, and that a number of years ago the city had invited her back to visit. One woman told of traveling around the world with her son, the highlight of which had been Japan, because her son had lived there with a family. His Japanese mother dressed his biological mother in a kimono.

On my way out I talked to a woman who said she wasn't traveling these days. Her husband just died three months ago, she said. She herself had survived three types of cancer: breast, ovarian and colon. I would never have known; she looked wonderful, her short gray hair in a stylish cut. I felt honored that she had come to hear me.