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All Seriousness Aside

I entered Lowe’s a few Sundays back bristling with manliness, as men do the moment they drive into the lot of any mega home improvement store. With a demeanor not unlike Clint Eastwood manning up to the bar, I approached the customer service desk and spread out my collection of returns – a four pack […]

Waking up every day to Trump and his GOP enablers has become the psychological (emphasis on “psycho”) and moral equivalent to living on the ground floor of a two-story outhouse. Every day I feel as if I have to shovel my way out from under a relentless discharge of lies, racist rhetoric, ignorance, and partisan […]

Winter is coming. The mornings have a little bite to them. The shadows are getting longer earlier. A few days ago the elm over the driveway dumped half of its leaves in the time it took me to get from the car door to the side door of the house. Tuesday it rained 8 inches […]

The Crossing “I was in Vietnam,” was what he said “I was a vitamin,” is what I heard. You need to speak loudly to be heard on a small sailboat reaching downwind in a heavy sea. And Pete, who was generally a man of very few words and hadn’t uttered a single one in over […]

As they say at the movies, “based (loosely) on actual events.” Thanks and apologies to Helena Antonaccio.   Forbidden Fruit Playboy’s Miss June, 1969. She stared up at us from the floor of the tree fort, half sitting and half standing on the edge of a light brown velvety couch. She was alone and held an […]

First pants. Then shoes. The wisdom of this core principle has successfully guided dressing practices since the dawn of pants and enjoys the rare distinction of almost complete bipartisan support. It’s also noteworthy, that since its inception, this adage has almost entirely eradicated all incidences of post traumatic dress disorder. Most important, the purity of […]

The doctor on call for my June 29 appendectomy happened to be a proctologist, one of the many random details that came rushing at me as my gurney careened toward the operating room. In the 15 minute Tsunami of activity that had taken place between determining my appendix was counting down to detonation and the looming surgery, I had barely begun to…