Today was a bittersweet day for me. When I started playing around with Social Media tools, I used Picasso’s Old Guitarist as my gravatar – a filler till I decided whether or not I liked these tools. But as with many things in my life, I got attached to the picture. Then again, I’ve almost [...]
The Finns were sitting in the pews waiting for the Christmas Eve evening service to start when I noticed that the congregation kept requesting obscure pre-service hymns that were on pages that were prime numbers, “Page 41,” and “Page 67,” and 53, 43… It triggered my impish side. I was wondering playful nitpickity things like, [...]
Much like New Yorkers, Those from The Region flock as fast as they can down to the shady palm trees of Florida. Especially the Gulf side. We in The Region call them snow birds. At the time of this posting, there will be five days til I get on a plane that is, hopefully, headed [...]
“No. You’re a writer,” she supported. It only took those 4 simple words said in a back alley Broad Ripple bar around 2:15 AM by a supportive lady with designer blue eyes to Brian Wilson me into an emotional cocoon for the following ten days. Barenaked Ladies summed up the agonizing experience in the song, [...]
My mother told me the news in that “I haven’t had a chance to tell him,” sort of way as we rode with my grandfather to our Sunday night dinner. I knew who my great uncle was more than I knew him. We were family though we weren’t that close. We weren’t distant – he [...]