To my sister Denise, aka Doctor Doom, and to her boyfriend… I mean, fiancée Richard — CONGRATULATIONS!!!! YOU’RE ENGAGED!!!
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I’ll bite my leg instead
As you get older you start to lose your sense of reality. I just had a conversation with my mother. I had a 55-minute phone card, and of course she had to update me of the current happenings in the life of our smelly, snoring dog– which is not much really, because he doesn’t do...
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The What’s and the Why’s
The newest addition to my personal list of Irritating Habits (which I unwillingly collect, don’t be mistaken) is replying “What?” whenever something is said to me. When and how exactly this habit has surfaced, I know not, but there it is, a big WHAT; an irritating reply to anyone who wants an answer. I don’t...
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Partyjesus
My brother now looks like Jesus. I’m basing this observation from the pictures on the Jesus calendars, of course, where Jesus has long curly hair, his hands held out, halo of light behind him. My brother, similary, has curly hair and since last year has been growing it long. He thinks he looks, to quote...
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Churchill didn’t have a good 1940
On May 16 1940 Winston Churchill turned to General Gamelin and asked about the strategic reserve available for the German onrush that threatened the collapse of the Maginot line. General Gamelin shook is head and said “There is none.” Three months later, all too well (and sadly) aware of the 200 German aircrafts and equally...
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Ode to my sister
Rewind to years before: when we wore our matching curdoroys; do you remember that? What about your Cabbage Patch doll and my Construction Set? You wrote plays about witches and I made sorcerer’s hats out of corrugated boxes. I came upon an old notebook you used to have, a little childish slumbook, dated 1986. The...
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Okay
My Father says Okay when he’s too bored to comment or answer your questions. This morning I asked him if he had keys to the house. “Okay,” was his answer. “Okay. Bye!” I said.
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