Fermented Fruits

And no I’m not talking about Ricky Martin’s back up singers.  Let’s say it’s mid-sixties … oh that’s 1965 for the young’ns.   My mother, you know her, you love her, she was special, elegant and graceful yet ya wouldn’t...

When A Person Crosses Over To Douche Bag

It’s harsh language, I know.  In this case, it’s mainly people working in retail of any sort.  I don’t know why you think I need things like a full body deodorant (for down there) especially since we’ve never nor will ever meet.  And...

Super Tuesday

Let’s get this over with.  We know the outcome.  We’ve cried the tears.  Yet again, another highly qualified and progressive woman will get her walking papers.  The first being Hillary Rodham Clinton.  (stop choking on your oatmeal)  Sorry, I know this...

That’s My Seat

I do a bit of flying around the country this time of year.  Why?  You don’t wanna know.  Nothing that interesting.  I travel alone and always request an aisle seat as do many over sixty gentlemen.  The old prostate just ain’t what it used to be.  As an...