Little Boy Lost

It’s rare that I stop and analyze the lyrics of a song.  Usually it’s a matter of latching onto a few hummable measures and repeating it inside my head until I get sick of it.  Annoying as hell when trying to fall asleep.  So this past week’s...

Fluffy Pillows

One of the more bizarre jobs I ever had was writing copy for thirty second radio ads.  I was living in South Florida for a couple of years, certainly not by choice.  While I hated every single facet of living there I loved the work.  I did a bang-up job on a...

Shopping Is Not A Hobby

When I grocery shop I make a list and stick to it.  There’s nothing to ponder regarding pork chops is there?  I occasionally check the sugar content on other stuff but it’s in everything so there’s no need to endlessly kvetch about it.  The only...

The Knicks

In case you haven’t heard, they’re on fire. Haven’t lost a game since April 23.  Haven’t lost in the post-season.  Haven’t gotten a ring in fifty five years. Can they sweep their way through the Finals too?   Now I can’t say...

Some Enchanted Evening

As the song goes, boy did I meet a stranger from across a crowded room.  The room was the lobby bar of the W Hotel.  The stranger was a middle aged woman named Rebecca and she was completely tanked.  If she had a fuel gauge on her forehand it would read FULL.   As the...