June 6th—the date of my last blog post—is an anniversary that I remember each year. Even though it meant nothing to anyone but me, I rushed that post out as a form of commemoration. On June 6th, 1983, I walked… Read More ›
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Finding My Rosebud
In the movie Citizen Kane, “Rosebud” is the final word that Charles Foster Kane utters upon his deathbed. It sets off a flurry of investigation to identify exactly what he meant. Rosebud, it turns out, is a cheap sled. Yet… Read More ›
Scootering, and other resolutions one might make
I dusted off my New Year’s resolutions: —Become fluent in French —Lose 10 pounds —Run a marathon After all, why create new resolutions when I have perfectly good ones that I’ve recycled for decades? Pat, on the other hand, has… Read More ›
Happiness
My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
Our Stuff: The end
In the past, I’ve recounted the evolution of our things. It’s the tale of the American dream: big house, tons of stuff. And the American nightmare: big house, tons of stuff. It came about much like the time a huge… Read More ›
