All is good – love October, the pumpkins, the playoffs, the hints of cashmere in the trees.
Month: September 2020
Finally, a Feast
Sportswriters get no respect, especially from each other. They don’t trust nobody. But they are often a paper’s biggest stars.
Follow the Sun
My two daughters now live 4 doors apart. Posh would like that.
My Next Marriage
Marriage is funny. Not a lot of laughs, yet funny still. I miss sharing things with someone.
The College Essay
One friend suggested pairing the carrot cupcakes with a nice inky Zin.
Enough about sex. Had some bad experiences myself – four kids – and a wife who wouldn’t forgive me, because I was never all that limber or generous.
So, I said, “What the puck” and tossed the two 5-cent packages of salmon in my grocery buggy, with the carrots and the beer.
Get Into It, OK?
We need football now more than ever, to counteract our psychic arrythmias and other mental malfunctions.
Agree to Disagree
I don’t care for Trevor Noah. So? Nothing personal, I just can’t stand the impish idiot. Or John Oliver either.
I hate Helvetica type. I hate boneless chicken wings. And most of all, I hate Zoom.