Lunch With Papa

Meet Catty Cakes, who drinks her lunch and loves her grandpa.

The Earth Blushed

In a dark environment, without sun, sunflowers will turn toward each other.

What a summer this promises to be, warm and sinny, sunblasted and social, with gin as the mixer.

Dear gawd, it’s good to see the sports teams back, teasing each other and braying at the moon.

Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.

Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.

I slipped Smartacus 80 bucks and whispered: “Listen, she’s a genius at this Trader Joe’s stuff. Whatever she buys, you buy."

The cradle is ready, and my first grandchild is a mere 10 weeks away.

There are two Great America Myths – 1) Los Angeles 2) the notion that change is good.

Our family isn’t satisfied with the usual massive feast on Super Bowl, we also exchange gifts.