Hemingway vs. Burns: The Sun Also Rises on a Fallen Myth
Dithering over Donald: How do we keep his slick-suited posse of ticket-of-leave men out of D.C.? Not like the old days.
Hey Mitch! How's your butt? On RBG's departure and the knife-fight to come. There will be scars.
A day in the life of a waitperson hoping to hold on to life.
Bugs are bugging out. There was a time that would have made us happy.
Back then, we didn't call it Black Friday. But for Mad Dog Sherbondy, it was as black as it gets.
There ain’t no spring chickens up here in the Ninth Decade. Guaranteed: we're slowing down, and we won't be along for the next adventure. Let's take a seat and get out of the way.
Creepy tales from the crypt of the Madman of Mar-A-Lago, continued…Be careful where you put your feet.
& Well, yesterday I was 80. Today I'm 80 plus one, filled with the memory of fine food and drink and felicitations from a flurry of fine friends who dropped by to celebrate the occasion and sent word via ancient means of communication – the mail, the telephone and even a few smoke signals. The nice thing about the modern … Continue reading Eighty plus one: The good news
One wonders, doesn't one, just what the hell they are hiding? Maybe we all ought to wonder, and wonder loudly.