Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.
Category: Family
The G-String Grammys
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.
Packed Planes
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.
Daddy Duck
I think Oregon is for me, even if Smartacus chooses someplace else. It’s the Versailles of the Pacific Northwest.
Say a Little Prayer
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.
Order the Pastrami!
As we were having drinks, I said, “Dr. Steve, how long do you think I have?"
Wow. Just Wow.
I slipped Smartacus 80 bucks and whispered: “Listen, she’s a genius at this Trader Joe’s stuff. Whatever she buys, you buy."
Ooooooof! Ooooooof!
The cradle is ready, and my first grandchild is a mere 10 weeks away.
Have Some Cake
Smartacus makes me laugh. He is the punchline of my life – and I am his set-up man.
Wit and Warmth
There are two Great America Myths – 1) Los Angeles 2) the notion that change is good.