I don’t believe in death. I believe in underdogs and resurrection. I believe in fourth-and-long. I believe in Andrew Jackson … Roy Hobbs … Carlton Fisk. In my weakest moments, I even believe in true love.
Category: Millennials
Special Old Sweaters
I have this special old sweater with a big hole in it – one in the sleeve, one in the tummy -- two holes actually. Like a tuba or a politician.
Our Covid Christmas
I’m just a smalltown kid -- kinda quiet – lucky to be living in a bejeweled city that re-invents itself every 20 seconds. L.A. schools are great. The politicians are amazing. The men are prettier than the women.
Bent, Broken, Brilliant
Christmas is candlelight. Christmas is tactile … a hand on your shoulder, a kiss on the cheek.
Open Your Heart
Since 1965, “A Charlie Brown Christmas” has given us peace and perspective that I can’t find in the diamond aisle at Macy’s. I think it’s just an extraordinary piece of literature…of Americana…of Christmas.
A Treasure Chest
Talk about a treasure chest of laughter and empathy: Chevy Chase in the attic. Macaulay Culkin staring at the statue of St. Padre Pio in that glowing Wilmette sanctuary.
Xmas Tips and Trivia
What does “hurkle-durkle” mean? (hint: You do it in bed).
RIP, Pac-12
To me, it’s like the end of the Jazz Age. Or when Cronkite went off the air. So long, Pac-12. This may be the stupidest thing I've ever seen.
Hope and Pumpkin Pie
What we actually celebrate at Thanksgiving is the resounding idea that, in America, everything will turn out OK. That it will deliver on our dreams. Maybe not as it once did. Or maybe, for some, better than it ever has before.
Mirth. Playfulness. Friendship.
The notion of afterglow comes to mind, in the wake of this ridiculous tailgate party we had the other afternoon, in the slanting light of late October. There was happenstance. There were kegs. Old friends jostled for position at the bar as Miller fed them glass after glass of lime juice and tequila, a form … Continue reading Mirth. Playfulness. Friendship.