“The last thing I want to touch my earthly lips,” said my friend Joani, literally on her deathbed in April, 1998, “is Dom Perignon.” Joani got her wish, her husband holding the glass gently to her lips just a few days later. And that got me to thinking—what’s the last...
“Grief is like a sneaker wave,” a friend explained to me decades ago. “There you are, walking along the beach, minding your own business, and suddenly, without warning, WHAMO! you’re knocked flat on your keester.” That pretty much sums it up all right. It’s been a...
Three days ago my blog topic was Boomer Television in 1964—and now we have a word from our sponsor… That first sentence is an example of a transition (albeit not the greatest, but a transition, nevertheless). It allows the reader to flow without interruption from one...
According to my very reliable sources (if it’s on the Internet or printed in the AARP Bulletin, then it must be true), Jeopardy came on the air 50 years ago this month. You couldn’t prove it by me, but apparently 1964 debuted a lot more than the Ford Mustang. Here’s a...
“Caesar!” warned the soothsayer, “Beware the ides of March!” To which Julius Caesar replied, “The ides of March have come.” “Aye, Caesar; but not gone,” the soothsayer retorted. And sure enough, before the day was over, Julius Caesar was assassinated, with his good...
“The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” as my father used to say. And a mere month ago, I was so sure, so absolutely, positively, sure I’d be able to keep to a definite writing schedule that I set what I considered to be easily-obtainable goals...
