The escalator giveth and the subway taketh away. It’s been a long time since I lived in the city, and it is not the city I used to live in 17 and 25 years ago just like I am not the guy who lived in it back at those times. So I’m trying to find… Continue reading January 11, 2016

My kitchen is conspiring to distract me. I’m not talking about making me want to stop what I’m doing, head in there and stuff my face. That’s impossible right now anyway, unless said face stuffing is going to happen with crackers and mayonnaise. No, the distraction comes in the form of noises, noise that shouldn’t… Continue reading January 5th, 2016

It was 9:20 on a Sunday morning when I got up. I know this might not seem like a big deal to many of you, but many of you aren’t bartenders. I’m lucky enough to not work at a 4:00am bar, but I still work late. (“Shift work” I believe Alan Jackson called it.) Add… Continue reading January 3, 2016

When I was a kid (unlike the mature adult I’ve grown into) my mom used to boil me a couple of hot dogs on Thanksgiving. My dad used to lose his mind. With all my mom was already cooking, why would she put an extra pot on the stove and make the effort? Mom’s theory… Continue reading November 26, 2015

It may seem like a hair splitting difference, but there is something that I find funny but I don’t know if I find it funny yet. I see the humor that is inherent in it all. I was laughing when I told my brother, but I also crying and pretty much semi-hysterical most of the… Continue reading July 26, 2014

I need to stop trying to wake up on Sundays. I used to do it all the time. When I lived with my brother and his family I would get up every Sunday. In fact, it was the one morning each week I routinely set my alarm. Granted, it helped that he was the minister… Continue reading November 15, 2015

(For those of you who read the first installment, I’ve added names. Dave and Barbara are the couple and Carl is the visitor. If you haven’t, you can read it here.) The kids, having buried the Pop-Tarts in their stomach with eggs, bacon and toast, had run back outside to continue whatever came Carl had… Continue reading September 27, 2015

Waking to the smell of coffee brewing represented so many small victories for him that he decided to do nothing but lay there with his eyes closed and enjoy the moment. Truth was there was no actual competition; such would indicate a prize for the winner and a penalty for the loser, but here the… Continue reading September 19, 2015

My oatmeal never comes out the same way. It isn’t something that happens intentionally. Every day I do the same thing: grab the pot, put in the water, bring it to a boil, add the oatmeal, turn it down, stir, let it sit and pour it into the bowl. Some days it looks more like… Continue reading April 22, 2015

Brian Williams is in some deep doo-doo. Naturally, lots of people have lots to say about this, so allow me to add my two-cents worth, even though ultimately this blog is about something else other than Brian Williams. It seems to me from what I have read about this – and I admit it is… Continue reading February 8th, 2015