I love watching the kids so full of oats -- the young Marlon Brandos and the James Deans, the Harry Styleses (for lack of a better example), wandering the parking lots and leaning up against their cars, swaggering around aimlessly in May and June, just as they are escaping school for the summer … these insouciant young punctuation marks who have so much figured out, yet so much to learn.
Why I Make Him Breakfast
Newspapers may die. Society too. But, always and forever, there will be a certain poetry to the way a mother or father looks after a child.
Look Who Turned 2
These 2-year-olds are about as perfect as perfect gets, in a world where we seem enthralled and overly concerned with all the rotten stuff.
A ’Gram from God
I mean, these poor screenwriters. As with baseball players, screenwriters strike every 10 years or so. And America weeps.
What I Learned at Med School
I praised my late wife’s oncologist for not filling every silence in the exam room -- for allowing pauses in the conversation, as we absorbed and pondered the latest results.
Send Sandbags Now
Tale of two cities: Office workers now turn up three days a week, but my gardener shows up in a cold rain. Plus, other random thoughts...
Peanut Butter and Honey
I’m having toast topped with peanut butter and honey right now. Obviously, I feel like I am winning at life. I give myself five Yelps.
Better Than Pickleball?
I had one goal as a kid: To play for the Harlem Globetrotters.
Feel the Bay
Funny place, the South Bay. It always brings to mind – at least to me -- the Carl Hiaasen novel that opens with a young driver crashing while grooming her bikini line. "But officer..."
What Inspired the Moonlight Sonata?
I’m hosting a weekend retreat. The guest list: Paul McCartney, Paul Simon, Elton John, Jimmy Webb and (of course) Bob Dylan. Their assignment: One more great song.