Wow, this wedding. The flower girl is only 2, and already Pixar has taught her how to deal with princess brides. Tenderly, if you can. Like they are made of vellum and fog.
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A Poignant Pause
Smartacus has been whitening his teeth, as per the bride’s orders, and Catty Cakes is practicing being the flower girl, walking around the house tossing scrap-paper blossoms high into the air.
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.
You Eat One Silly Shoe…
The suburbs are full of guys like us -- undersized men with tweed skin and receding hairlines, gazing up at the sky, crying: “Why me, God? Why me?”
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.
Kiss Me Like You Mean It
More and more, I tell friends, “Aren’t you glad you grew up when we did – the movies, the music, the cheap six-packs?”
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.