Monthly Archives: April 2018

All the totems of a life well-lived are consigned into oblivion after you are if you have outlived everyone so clearly it is important to underlive your friends and family. Drive fast. Take chances. Eat poorly. Pick fights. Dance on … Continue reading →

It’s not like he’s qualified for the job; more like he’s suited for it. He’s got the face that makes him an appropriate fit for that sort of an opportunity. He’s the right kind of person for the right kind … Continue reading →

There are moments that stretch credulity when you blink your eyes and rub them and wipe the glasses of the universe and wonder if the edges of reality are doing exactly what you thought you saw them do. There are … Continue reading →

They’re shutting down lanes on Bruckner Boulevard which might be part of a city-wide initiative to add islands and more man-made structures to get in the way of everything. The purpose of the diminished space for vehicles may be safety … Continue reading →

Everybody loves the clown. Not A clown in the paint and lipstick and floppy shoes, but THE fool. Everybody wants to see the schmuck get his which is why everybody wants you to pick yourself up after this last mishap. … Continue reading →

The birthday boy sings “Heart of Gold” at his Fortieth and everyone feels the punch when he enunciates the chorus’ end: “…and I’m gettin’ old.” Neil Young recorded that song when he was twenty five, wrote it when he was … Continue reading →

You’re gonna talk to me some day. That sullen look on your face is gonna grow stale and you’re gonna get sick of the same old same old that you find from the same old miserable company you have tended … Continue reading →

I stayed in shadows not because I didn’t want to be seen but because I was afraid. If I was seen would I be recognized? If I was recognized would anyone remember my name? What identity would be recalled? Which … Continue reading →

I was just preaching the gospel of empiricism for the umpteenth time. If I remember correctly the latest draft of my typical routine it went something like: Yea, verily the believers, the suckers born each minute who have faith in … Continue reading →

The benches hold plaques, mini-memorials, describing notable entities of the community in so many words: Diana Mother, writer, friend. She will be remembered. How will I be described I wonder if anyone ever has the urge to invest in my … Continue reading →