Remember compact discs? I have dozens of them around the house, all of them just loitering in boxes for lack of any gadgets on which to even play them anymore. When I see them I don’t see wasted music. I see frustration. Every one of those discs required lock-pick precision and ...
By the time you're reading this, I will be bed bound with my right leg poised on a pillow and a bag of frozen vegetables strapped on my knee. It's round two of the rooster-comb shot. Actually, it's a rooster-comb shot only in the false way that fries are called French or koalas are called ...
To roast a marshmallow, you stuff the pointed stick through the center, plunge it into the campfire and hold it there until it catches fire. And then you hold the stick aloft until the marshmallow is fully engulfed and scorched to black. Everybody knows this. Or so I thought until the ...
First of all, you will wait a long time for the appointment — so long that the snakes and mice and whatever is making that scratching sound will now have great-grandchildren. The exterminator finally arrived Wednesday morning. I’d had no warning and, seeing as I’d booked him back in ...
This weekend will mark one year since I retired. In my case, retired is a euphemism for what happened that day. I think of retiring as a sort of “reclining” after years of hard work — a reward. I know a few people who have the retirement date circled in red on their calendar, with X’s ...
Let’s see. There was the Summer of Love in 1967, then the Summer of Soul two years later, and then in 1977, the crime-soaked Summer of Sam. And most of us are still creeped out by the Summer of Lantern Flies. And here we are in 2026, which is shaping up to be the Summer of Explosive ...
