Monthly Archives: April 2009
Ethel Barrymore and The Divine Comedy
The wallet bulged with the usual stuff: receipts, photos, credit cards and Lira. I sat in our car, waiting for Judge Blah to return the wallet and file our police report. The parking lot was vacant except for a few … Continue reading
Irony and Amour-Propre
The thieves took our money and his watch and then tossed it away. Judge Blah’s backpack, bloated with the brown water of the Arno, sunk to the river’s floor, and there joined billfolds, fanny-packs, and other stolen things. Our driving … Continue reading
I’m Sorry. I Don’t Approve.
I read a book several months ago written by poet Lucy Grealy entitled The Autobiography of a Face. The story is sad, especially for those of us who are parents and want only the best for our kids. Raised in … Continue reading
How Do you Do, Camus?
Like many writers, I spend a great deal of my time reading. And although a well-written novel with characters so vivid and content so rich ranks right up there with a chilled glass of Sauvignon Blanc and a crab cake, … Continue reading
Sunlight in New York City
In certain situations, I can be as spontaneous as an actuary. Date: July 4, 1988. Scene: The steps of the Capital Building, Washington D.C. So you may understand my reaction when two strangers, attractive young women in their thirties, picnicking … Continue reading
My Dearest Google-Poo
My Dearest Google-Poo, Our relationship is over. This is the first time I’ve ever broken up with a guy who has done so much for me, especially an important RICH guy like you with so many admirers. I must admit … Continue reading
My Small Feet
I walked into Township Cleaners and got in line behind Elvis. There he was in the flesh, over-fleshed, his underwear revealed through the white rayon dancing pants. Two large buns, held in check by Fruit of the Loom skivvies, were … Continue reading
You Son-of-a Benjamin Franklin
Most every morning, I walk one mile up a hill on a weather beaten country road. The road is a source of creative thought that can be enhanced or interrupted by nature’s melodies—snorting boars, mating cows, yapping coyotes. If what … Continue reading
2nd Person Reverie
Jack, baseball slugger for the San Francisco Giants, what is the secret to your hefty earned run average? Well, you know, you know when you go into the batting cage, and you practice hitting for two, say three hours a … Continue reading
