Professional athletes, with whom I have a fleeting familiarity, sometimes say stupid-ass things. Once in a while they’re trying to be funny and fall embarrassingly flat. More often, they’re blithely aiming for intelligent and thoughtful, and instead land on stupid-ass and shallow. Now they may be tired, or annoyed, or mad, which might explain their… Read More Quote unquote
Back in July, Mary Jo and I took a quick road trip (2 1/2 hours) up to a place we had stopped in once before: Greenville, SC. We needed to knock out a Marriott night to keep our points active. And, heck, a little weekend getaway is something we all should do more often. Right?… Read More The joy of the minors
When you’re young and invincible, which I’m pretty sure I once was, health insurance sits on your “List of Things to Consider … Someday,” slightly below stashing cash into a 401k and way above picking out a burial plot. I’m young! I’m invincible! I’ve never spent a day in the hospital in my life! It’s… Read More It’s just not healthy
As parents, we teach. It’s kind of our duty. We try to guide our kids through the rapids of their young lives before, you know, the canoe hits the waterfall. As parents of an only child … hoo, boy. The teaching never stops, simply because the ratio of students to teachers in our household is… Read More Ask for the puppy
In the final scene of Four Friends, a 1981 coming-of-age comedy-drama-whacko film about four working-class teens in the ’60s, the title characters are gathered around a beach fire on the Lake Michigan shore. It’s several years after high school. The half-decade or so since already has taken a toll on the now 20somethings in horrible,… Read More Movietime: Four Friends
My mom called it “gravy meat,” which is pretty much exactly what it was. It began with a pound of ground beef, as inexpensive as ol’ Mom could find, browned in a pan on a gas range in our tiny, mousey — literally, with mice — galley kitchen in our central Delaware home. A little… Read More Funny food
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