My father-of-the-bride toast sounded like a Mike Ditka halftime speech. My role? To lead and inspire. To win the division. “To laughter,” I said raising my glass. “And to love.”
Category: Gin
Cheese Curds and Lighthouses
My summer vacation: Visited a bunch of lighthouses. Ate Jamaican food. Gave away a daughter...Just the usual.
The Wedding Toast
Been working on a toast for my daughter’s wedding this weekend. And I thought: “Why not a poem? Something straight from the heart of a dad who’s lived a little."
White Fang Sings Sinatra
Honestly, you can’t chase an honest moment. Somehow, they just ambush you. And sometimes, as per this singing dog, we’re at the mercy of our quivering moods.
The Boys of Summer
“You’re Taylor Swift,” she explained the other day. “You pressure wash your brain directly into the universe.” Poor universe.
Stand Back. Boom!
You can have golf. I’ll trade you golf and opera. I’ll keep billiards and tobogganing.
Chomp, Chomp, Chomp
“I am looped in the loops of her hair,” as Yeats put it a trillion years ago.
What are Those?
There’s this terrific new device for filling water balloons. Must’ve been invented by a dairy farmer inspired by multiple teats.
A Moody, Untrampled Place
We may as well be in the Hamptons with Scott and Zelda. By the way, what’s summer without a nymph or two?
Sunsets, Gin Bashes and Tommy Lasorda
In the museum of the mind: Tommy Lasorda trotting out to the mound to berate a pitcher. In the museum of the heart: Gibby’s home run lap.