Madden was a different kind of king. His pants fit funny and I doubt he had a decent haircut his whole life. He wore sideburns like mud flaps. But was he a leader.
Month: December 2021
Grandbaby’s First Christmas
The way my daughter crisps the au gratin potatoes transcends all the superlatives in my arsenal: buttery, bitchin’, luscious, boffo.
Hear Us Howl
Christmas hurts sometimes, when you are alone, or missing loved ones who are far away. Certainly, this Covid Christmas only aggravates that.
When Words Are Gifts
As you know, words can be bourbon, words can be gin.
Cryptocurrency? I’d probably be better off giving them walnuts – any item of actual value. Gum, for instance.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
I’m enjoying these spurts of weepy weather – the gurling cisterns and the “noise of the wind under the tiles,” to borrow from C.S. Lewis.
Naughty is the New Nice
If you like the Pentatonix, I’ll probably propose. No kidding, that’s what their music does to me.
The Hand of God
Personally, I find Vegas a little snoozy, especially compared to real party spots like Pasadena or Glendale.
The Skilled Raconteur
Roswell orders a martini as if reciting the Pledge of Allegiance, with reverence, and olives on the side and citrus along the rim.
By tradition, we often do an “encore turkey,” to ensure that we have leftovers all the way through July. A Hobbit’s second breakfast.