A good burger is one of life’s greatest joys. Like Miles at midnight. Like stepping aboard a boat.
Dear gawd, it’s good to see the sports teams back, teasing each other and braying at the moon.
The bassinet is so old, cheap veneer hadn’t been invented yet.
As my Irish luck would have it, I wound up singing “Danny Boy” to Dogpark Gary.
Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.
I kept my mouth shut initially. I’ve always prided myself on a rather pagan value system, tolerant of nudity and subversives…the snide outbursts of youth.
I am glad now that I bribed my kids their entire lives. Nothing major, just a series of cumulative parental gestures: shoes, shelter, cake, college.
I think Oregon is for me, even if Smartacus chooses someplace else. It’s the Versailles of the Pacific Northwest.
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.
As we were having drinks, I said, “Dr. Steve, how long do you think I have?"