Category: Life and Stuff

I’m not good with manners. Ask anyone in my family. Or my friends. Even co-workers. I take too big bites and chew my food loudly and badly (which is also...

In high school, I wasn’t allowed to work. “You take care of the grades, and I’ll pay the freight,” my dad told me. So it went. Working for a livin’...

There was a time, long before DVR’s and VCR’s, when the arrival of the TV Guide was must-reading. I’d begin my survey with their list of televised sports for the...

No, I’m not crazy. At least not any crazier than before. I’m not describing malevolent, audible commands, like Son of Sam. These are my memory loops stored over six decades....

I’m the outlier, the alien invader (reminds me of Space Invaders, the first video game I played, beginning a transition from pinball to arcade games). I’m the salmon swimming upstream,...

I lived in Southern California in the early 80’s. In my spare time, I visited Laguna and Huntington, to body surf and frolic. Once time, my back turned to the...

Growing up, my bedroom window looked out over the driveway in our small-town tract home. My ear learned the sound of vehicles coming and going. When my dad left for...

When I was a kid, the adult world was as alien as Mars. Not only was I incapable of living there, I had no desire to. The landscape was inhabited...