The Brooklyn Dodgers and Me
I was born a Brooklyn Dodger fan. More than a fan; a crazed worshiper at their altar. This was before TV—yes; there was a time before...
Where Did That Idea Come From?
The answer is; I don't have a clue. Almost never do. Gag cartoon, editorial cartoon, a novel, the first chapter. Even an e-mail. Or a...
OK, I Have Migraine; Now What?
To continue the gripping tale of my lifetime as target of a relentless, undiagnosed, assault by an army of aches, pains, nightmares,...
Think You've Seen It All?
If I hadn't been zapped in the noggin when I was in my fifties, I'd never have learned that migraine had been throwing parties at my...
Louis Armstrong & Me
You didn't ask, but I have to tell you: musically, Louis Armstrong is as close to God as I'll ever get. Hearing his voice—singing,...
Sez Who?
When I was a kid, lots of big talk. Dares. Chicken if you don't. Threats; Touch me and you'll be sorry. Most of the time, nothing fatal;...
I'll Have What He Had
You know, the more TV commercials I see, the more I think I ought to be doing penance for my many years in advertising; creating ads and...
Alone And/Or Lonely?
From the beginning, I shared a bedroom with my older brother until he was drafted when he turned eighteen. I continued living with my...
New Cool on the Block
Time doesn't creep, it sprints; explodes out of the starting blocks and before you know it—different world. Blink once; magic. e.g.,...
Infrastructure $$$? Wait'll You Hear My Plan
You won't believe how simple. I'll get right to it, folks. Thing is, the highways—in terrible shape; terrible; I mean pot holes and all...
