Drunken Bacchanal
Do remind me to tell you about the drunken bacchanal I went to last weekend . . . drunk people,...
Icy fog
I have encountered a lot of weather, having lived in the Northeast my entire life, but I don’t think that...
My life, in sentence fragments
Budget. Reorganization. Departures. Retirements. Transitions. No money. New program to supervise. Stress stress stress. Fourth-grader in tears over the state...
Tonight on Turner Classic Movies:
An overacting festival: Barbara Stanwyck in “Stella Dallas,” followed by Joan Crawford in “Mildred Pierce.” Both fantastic. By the way,...
Those searches keep rolling in
For those few who keep track of such things, yes, I am still getting quite a number of hits every...
Good question…
Rebekah, listening along with us the other day to an Erasure song from twenty years ago, stops singing and asks,...
Accidentally, like a martyr
While it’s still there, fans of Mr. Zevon should check out the article from yesterday’s New York Times Magazine: In...
The sound of ice
If there’s anything that makes me feel 15 again, it’s walking along a frozen river’s edge. This was the Hudson,...
The last word on cold, I hope…
I know, it’s boring to keep on saying it, but this ain’t Alaska, and we’re not really set up for...
Wandering off
Sometimes it’s a shock to be in the middle of a conversation, a one-sided one at that, and find the...