Men can go from juvenile straight to senile and somehow think it’s an accomplishment like skipping a grade.
Continue readingIt’s said that S. Beckett liked to read Dante, watch football and fart. I find Dante way too optimistic, but then two out of three ain’t bad. Meat Loaf (paraphased)
Continue readingToday is my wife’s 60th birthday. Clearly, she was graced with genes of rare quality.
I live in Newport RI (one end of the bridge in the header). I, like most of my neighbors, don’t feel a need to leave the island much.
Continue readingMy brother has a remarkable family, as do I. Today, our holiday dinners resemble the set in that Jack Nicholson/Diane Keaton movie. Growing up, they were more like The Shining.
Continue readingI have had only one pivotal moment in my life – meeting my wife. The rest has been pretty much iterational.
Continue readingI grew up on Leisure Lane in Levittown, schooled by Sisters of Mercy and Franciscan Brothers. Enough said.
Continue readingAfter enduring a mortician pitching every casket in his showroom, I asked if he had any that required some assembly. He didn’t laugh. My dad would have.
Continue readingI suffer from a self-serving curation of recollections of consequence which I find makes it hard for me to believe what I believe to be true.
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Negative Splits 