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And I Quote…
Where do they come from, these pithy, memorable sayings that last the test of time? Are the quotable examples of genius, or merely portals on behalf of the Divine, who clearly has a sense of humor. Some of my favorites… … Continue reading
Things Are Rarely What They Seem
John Waters wrote a book called, Mr Know it All. I could easily pen the sequel…Miss Know it All since, I too think I’m always right. For instance, the first time I saw the giant blow-up rat perched on the … Continue reading
Guys and Dolls
It’s President’s Day as I’m about to run, so the Park still bathed in twilight is pretty deserted, except for me and a large raccoon about to cross the road. We both stop at the same time waiting for the … Continue reading
Good Copy
I’m sitting in a cafe writing on a legal pad, when I notice a well-heeled woman staring at me from across the room. Do I know her from somewhere, I wonder, my memory lately doing the hula. She starts walking … Continue reading
Flip Your Seat
I’m at the library on Sunday when they first open, looking forward to a nice, long read. Their reading room, resembling a huge living room with sofas and easy chairs, is sure to be empty, so I’m sure to get … Continue reading
The Ephemerals
The word ephemeral is an adjective I’ve shamelessly coined as a noun, meaning, lasting for a short time…fleeting, brief, almost as if you dreamt it. I’m referring to people who come and go, check in and out of your life … Continue reading
Dolly Parton On The 6 Train
You just never know who’ll you see toolin’ round New York, or in this case, who you thought you saw. I have distance glasses I never wear, honing the art of squinting just seeing enough to kind of identify what’s … Continue reading
Things You May Not Know
Sea otters hold hands while sleeping, so they don’t drift apart. One fast food burger may contain meat from a 100 different cows. John Wilkes Booth was 27 years old when he shot Abraham Lincoln, dying from a gunshot wound, … Continue reading
So How They Hangin’
I heard this expression, remembering it from growing up, an old neighborhood way of saying, so how the hell are ya, as if your balls were a barometer. Since one thought inspires another, it then made me think of my … Continue reading