Epstein, the Musical

Don’t you just love to see what Americans care about most?  It’s not the price of eggs or a woman’s right to choose … it’s the Epstein Files.  What the hell is in ’em?  We’ve been told there’s nothing to see. How can...

You’re Not Better Than Me

I live in a new area where I only know the doormen and a homeless person named Andrew, so I’ve discovered how conversation doesn’t flow naturally.  I’ve tried to prompt conversation with complete strangers just to exercise my jaw.  My usual lead-in:...

Sunset

A condition for people with Alzheimer’s is called sunsetting.  I experienced it with Allen (dad) a few years prior to his diagnosis.  It’s similar to nap time.  As much as I love naps I avoid them since I’m obsessed with inheriting this horrific...

Wimbledon

Technically it’s called The Championships / Wimbledon which is kind of a snub to the Australian, French and US Open.  I guess they’re not championships but more of a viewing, as viewed by the Brits.  Now the French Open is often referred to as Roland...

Sunday in the Park with a Tweaker

It’s a lovely morning.  I’m in the park after taking Stella through her routine(s) and sipping my coffee, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a half-naked man and three clueless police officers. I first noticed him walking toward a fountain,...