Pumping Gas

There’s something so cool about New Jersey, aside from the food and the accents.  You don’t have to pump your own gas.  Like it’s a rule.  They’ll yell at you if you even try to.  You stay in your car, roll down the window and say “filler...

Bloodwork

Once you hit Medicare, they want a lot of blood outta you.  Blood for this.  Blood for that.  Then they send the results with everything inside a range that means nothing to me.  I had bloodwork done Wednesday.  Just before I left the house, I crammed about six...

Christmas Gifts

Over the years I’ve received several questionable ones.  Like a towel.  Not a set of towels, just a towel. Underpants from my mother.  I was in my twenties and they were boxers.  Just plain awkward. Never wore them.  Great dusting rags though.   A canvas boat...

Martha, Rachel and Wendy

I had a job at a nursing school for seven or eight years.  Loved it.  Nurses are notoriously the most unsympathetic people going and they have to be.  Matter of fact.  Black or white.  No bulls*t.  My godmother was a nurse so I get it.  One Thanksgiving while chopping...

Agricultural Cynicism

I just got off my weekly tele-therapy session with my psychiatrist.  She is simply the best and we’ve struck such a great point of orientation that only time can produce.  Man, once I move I am gonna miss her terribly.   Today’s talk was related to this...