End of the Season
So this is how the season ends — not with a bang, but with a whimper. Not with a spate...
Detritus
Back in the days before texting, kids, we kept in touch by something called “postcard.” Piece of paper, picture on...
The Nutcracker Blur
The Nutcracker Blur came early this year, with the first performances over the weekend way out in the land of...
Like Steven Wright, only not funny
When you’re washing the dish drainer, where do you put it to dry?
Back on my feet
I might have guessed that the price to pay for hardly having been sick in well more than a year...
Be entertained.
What I’m reading, watching, hearing –Reading:Eric Hobsbawm’s books. I started with “The Age of Extremes,” so it just made sense...
Things have changed . . .
I’ve spent a few days wandering around downtown Schenectady in the last couple of years, capturing some of the changes...
Either I’ve taught them well. . .
or I’ve messed them up for life. It’s a fine line. I was in a shop with Hannah yesterday, and...
Election Night
Election night presents a dilemma – I cannot bear the battle of screaming ideologues that passes for news and commentary...