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Friday, April 17, 2015

A problem no one seems to want to discuss.

By now everyone has weighed in on the various police transgressions all over the country. The North Charleston shooting video shows an especially horrific situation unfolding, a moment made all the more nightmarish because of what appears to be nothing but pure malice on the part of the cop... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 13, 2015

Stylin' and profilin', as it were...

You think you’re alone on the highway. You’re sure of it – not a soul in the rear view, not a glimmer on the horizon. Not even a billboard or bridge abutment. You’ve been positively hectored by this thing all afternoon, this object hanging onto one hair in your nostril like some BB shaped fruit bat,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

I am not a terrorist…

But if the government keeps trying to protect me, I might consider it. Of course, now that I’ve said that out loud, I can probably expect to see strange pizza vans parked on my street and my azaleas wearing fedoras and sensible shoes. After all, the world seems to have undergone one giant mass humor... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Take my tent...please!

Today’s reflection is about things I just don’t do anymore. Take camping. Really. You can have it. In a way, it’s a shame my Beloved and I don’t like camping anymore – it means we are no longer young rubber people unfazed by lack of money and creature comfort. We still love the outdoors. And it... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Straddling the center line

So I ran into an old friend the other night – always a good thing. We did what old friends do – high five, have a beverage or six, shoot the breeze, catch up on old times. Eventually the conversation turned to politics, as conversations are wont to do. My friend asked me a couple of question I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Very superstitious...

“Very superstitious, writings on the wall Very superstitious, ladders bout to fall…” Stevie Wonder The moon is dancing below the shadow of the pines and you spilled salt at the dinner table earlier, but all things considered, I think you know your way around the house – at least I do – even at 4... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Absolutely Free Range!

So I read recently where some New England town has banned sledding, allegedly in the name of safety, but more in fear of possible lawsuits. I often wonder -- now that I survived childhood mostly intact -- how today’s kids are going to be able to handle the world. These days childhood seems to be... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Divvying up the trough...

Remember the old story about the farmer and his pig with the wooden leg? As the story goes, a Yankee tourist traveling in these parts happened to see a farmer on the side of the road hand-feeding apples to a pig. Intrigued, he slowed for a better look and was astounded to see that the pig, as fine a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Channel surfing back to the library...

“Seriously, moron? How about just clean up the place already!” My face flushes, my blood pressure spikes. “Nouveau riche cretin! Why do you need a seven bedroom house when you don’t even have kids?” Like John Kennedy Toole’s Ignatius J. Reilly delivering his bombastic screeds at the movie screen... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Rock my Curmudgeon-hood!

There’s this stranger who yells at noisy kids, shakes his fists at speeders in the neighborhood, glares at youngsters who thump the subwoofers in their cars at sub-atomic testing volume levels, and has yet to understand most of the applications on his cellphone. And I see him every time I look into... Sign in to see full entry.

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Flotsam, jetsam, tangled threads and ADD moments. Stupid jokes and esoteric observations. An occasional deep thought, even though I try like hell to weed those out as often as possible. This is just a comfortable place to come get an occasional chuckle or two. And yeah, I left for awhile -- most of us do at one point or another -- and now I am back. I feel no obligation to explain; suffice it to say, "There's no place like home."

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