Intensive Purposes

I recently realized I’ve been walking around for close to sixty five years with for all intensive purposes tattooed to my flapping lips.  No one has ever corrected me, but then again I do have that whole low talker and mumbler thing going on, so it’s...

Persnickety

Here’s a story about a bunch of persnickety sisters.  Four.  Norma, Ruth, Arlene and Janet. Why are they persnickety?  Their formative years may have been a little marred.  My theory and that’s all it is.   The two older were two years apart.  Eight year...

Just Don’t Do It

I think most of us stared at our televisions in utter disbelief the other night when the president struggled through several pronunciations of acetaminophen; acid and metaphin, and aseeda well um let’s see how we do.  Phonetic spelling anyone? Desperately...

The Accidental Accent

Mine comes from college in the Bronx, until I learned if I wanted to make a living one mile south in Manhattan, drop the drawn out vowels.  The library isn’t the lie-barre-ee.  White Castle ain’t Wot Castil.  Fordham Road ain’t Fawdum Rowed.  Shorten...

All My Neighbors

Here’s the set up.  We live on the 20th and 21st floors.  It’s the top of the building. We have skylights in our bedrooms (slightly unnerving) and you can call me pretentious if you like but our unit is one of four corner units called the penthouses. Think...