“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...
In December, 1970, I fell in love with my first Mustang. It was a ‘66—light blue with a white vinyl top. It had a V-8, 289 under the hood. I had no idea what that meant, but I was 16, the car was undeniably H-O-T, and I wanted it. Badly. And I got it, along with about...
An Academy Awards party was held at the Venetian Theatre in Hillsboro last week, and I was inspired to wrestle into my pantyhose and cute shoes for a second time in less than a month. For once in my life, I decided it might be nice to sit at the grownups’ table. Now...
Yes, yes, I know I’m a day early, but better to be early than a day late and a dollar short, as Mother used to say. Mother used to say a lot of things. I wish I’d written them all down. As it is, I consider myself “the keeper of the memories,” though for the life of...
