Thirty Years Later

Thirty Years Later

Second grade.  Mrs. Mim’s class.  It was a time of innocence and playfulness.  We were kids who knew nothing of the gas shortage or the real world.  The nation had not yet tasted inflation, political correctness hadn’t been invented and computers were the...
A Regular Seven

A Regular Seven

 I got a chance to see my two nephews this past weekend and as always, their innocent insight into the world proved to be enlightening.  From Monkey Poop to thoughts on what colors of food are edible, they have a knack of pointing out things that us...
You Can’t Catch Me!

You Can’t Catch Me!

My parents are getting older.  They’re in their sixties now.  While that’s still relatively young by today’s standards, they can’t do things like they used to. Every time I visit home, one or both of them is hobbling in some new way.  Hips,...
I Blame the Gremlins

I Blame the Gremlins

Cute and Cuddly Gismo. Wus. When I was younger, much younger, the movie “Gremlins ” was released.  I was twelve when we went to see it in the theatre and let me tell you, this was not a movie for kids. It was a horror film. I know Spike laughed all the...
Can You Hear Me Now?

Can You Hear Me Now?

Who the hell’s he talking to? No, this isn’t about a stupid cell phone commercial where a chubby geeky guy walks around saying the stupid catch-phrase into a dummy phone.  (Side note: I had seen three different commercials before I noticed his wannabe beer...