Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

The guard at the Stephen A. Schwarzman Library Building didn’t want me sitting on the floor. He didn’t want me plugging in my computer. In fact, I couldn’t work on my computer in the hallway. I had to go upstairs … Continue reading →

These streets are not what they were, as far as I can remember. The times they been a’changin’. The bookstore district has become the derelicts district, and I can’t find a hoagie to save my life. All that’s left are … Continue reading →

You were a lovely bride. I think back to that day and the hope we had then and before and how it transformed not so slowly into this final state. We will not see each other after today, I suspect, … Continue reading →

I got a cap that fits me it’s the best thing ever, man! No longer do my ears stick out like god’s most foolish plan. I can wear this hat since yesterday and will tomorrow, too! I love this cap … Continue reading →

I wanted to write something about toast but I’ve got nothing to say about toast. Maybe I could talk about making a toast. I did that once at a wedding. It was pretty traumatic. I don’t think I want to … Continue reading →

Yesterday was April Fools, a fact I did not pay attention to while this cute girl was all on top of me. It is something I only thought of after the clock struck midnight and I realized that the fool … Continue reading →

We come together and we say how great he was and we say how there is one less of us now and we say that our number is dwindling and how we only meet on these occasions and not on … Continue reading →

Where are you tonight? Have you made it back home? Are you still on the road, out producing that tome? Do you still have to write, letting all the words flow? Tell me: when will you stay? Why must you … Continue reading →

Why are you frowning? You’ve been offered a special opportunity by a very special lady yet you don’t seem to be reacting in an especially positive way. That frown, in fact, looks positively negative. What’s keeping you down, sport? Is … Continue reading →

You stare before youand see a funhouse mirror image. A handsomer, taller,more talenteder and stronger funhouse mirror image. Only, upon reflection (ha ha)maybe you’re the reflectionand he’s the original,what with he being the better at everythingfar as you can see.  His smile … Continue reading →