It is homecoming weekend here at the University of Trees. Love that word: Homecoming. It’s the season for such things.
I want to apologize for the Mike Ditka costume I’ll be wearing this weekend. You may have no idea who Mike Ditka is. In short, he is the greatest man who ever lived.
If martinis and red meat are so bad, how come steakhouses are so full of old people?
I now wake my teen son for school by tossing dog treats in his bed and turning White Fang loose to roust him. Tell you what, it works.
Wait till you see this tailgate, in the gauzy Brigadoon that surrounds the Rose Bowl, a pre-game party that is coming together like a Harold Pinter play.
I got my very first awkward kiss, from a slinky actress in the lot behind the high school. Terri was a tad taller than me, with twisty legs of licorice.
We’re all star dust, remember? No matter who we are, how successful, how short, how strong, how naked, at the end of the day we’re all merely cosmic dust (hydrogen, lithium, merlot…)
True story: Cervantes once took a civil service job with the Spanish Armada, messed up the money, went to prison, and got a really great book out of it. Sometimes, even when you lose, you win.
I remember dropping Smartacus off to college a year ago. For a week, I could barely breathe. Doctors thought I’d died.