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Is J. Crew Single?
I only ask since, he emails 3 times a day to let me know about his package, so to speak, that’s on its way, though a little late as though my socks stopped off for a beer. To find a … Continue reading
Pussyfootin’ Around…Christmas, 2020
Falling asleep, reading, waking up at exactly midnight, remembering, the little elf that I am, had work to do. After delivering cookies on 6, leaving a harmonica for Andy on 9, padding up to 12 depositing fruit cakes to two … Continue reading
We Gathered Together….To Eat
My present Thanksgiving is very different from the one I celebrated as a child. My mother made so much food, even Shrek would have been popping Tumms. What comes to mind besides, we could have used a vomitorium is, we … Continue reading
Best Story of the Week…November 12th…Hearing With a Limp
A 10 year-old boy in my building, walks with a slight limp, something that occurred at birth. It’s barely noticeable, providing you’re not James that is, who alas, has to live with it. When I heard that they were making … Continue reading
Say Nothing…Say It Often
It’s so hard to shut-up…to refrain from comment, silence your tongue, hold that verbal fire. They should teach it as an alternate language, same as Spanish, or French. When the woman rubbernecking me at the market, her cart, scraping my … Continue reading
Drunk, Naked and 16
In front of Starbucks…87th and Third – 6:00 a.m. I’m watching a young boy stagger down the street with his pants down around his ankles, and he can’t be more than 16. Obviously out all night, a quart of Jameson … Continue reading
Meat and Potato Men
I’m referring to an old-fashioned type of male you don’t see so much anymore. The man who steps up, no matter what. The fella who faces the bully, chases the bad guy, who runs into the burning building to save … Continue reading
Old Levis…Old Friends
My jeans should be willed to the Smithsonian, they’re that old and tattered…sewn, stitched, patched, the original denim humbly peeking through. If they could only talk, the tales they could tell. We’ve been through a lot together, well traveled, zipped … Continue reading
Scalped…Cash Only
The fact that I’m resembling Elvis has become a concern, so when I get a surprise call from my hairdresser at midnight, I’m overjoyed. “What are ya doin?” he asks. “I’m in bed, awake, after falling asleep after lunch, and … Continue reading