Nineteen years ago, I sent my Mom, (cleverly, I thought), 70 roses; one for each of her chronological years, (although Leap Year had allowed her to lessen their number by a dividend of four). The florist, savoring a juicy credit card transaction, but utilizing no trace of intellectual acumen, left…
I won’t do that self-deprecating thing about not being the smartest guy, (since I usually do feel like the smartest guy), but I expect that there have to be a lot of other smart guys trying to figure things out. I know that there are those rocket science guys, who…
To: The Republicans of the US House of Representatives and Senate From: Your boss Ladies and gentlemen: As a preamble, notice I am using the ‘COMIC’ font in the hope that all of you clowns will be able to read it. As your employer, I am putting you all on…
Stimulation is dictionarily described as an act to promoteinspiration, motivation or encouragement. Watching the ineptitude of the US Congress over the past few weeks has not only underscored how completely politicians are out of touch with reality, (maybe a gross generality, but I sent out a guy with a lantern to find one righteous congressman…he’s…
Dear Barry, Please excuse the informality, Mr. President, it is certainly not out of any lack of respect. It’s just that I’ve written a lot of very formal letters to Presidents and assorted representatives over the years and received only formulaic response, (if any), so I thought I’d try a…
The list of “Where-Were-You?” moments, from my lifetime anyway, is mostly filled with tragedies. Sure, I watched the “One Small Step”, the end of apartheid and the elation as Berliners beat down the Wall, but as monumental as those events seemed at the time, the moments themselves, as history unfolded,…
First, let me credit “The End of an Error” phrase to an anonymous source whose brilliance I observed on a bumper sticker in Saratoga Springs last Summer. I admit, for no other reason than pure entertainment value, (and the fact that I have become addicted to yelling at the television),…
Allow me to apologize to any of you who detected an enigmatic sunniness in my last blog. Though it goes against type for me to don rose-colored glasses, (mine were blue-tinted for love fests and freedom marches), I do see potential for a positive, Phoenix-esque rise from the ashes of…
It usually takes me a week or two after my year-end poem before every thought in my head isn’t automatically rearranged into a couplet of some sort. I will attempt to write this without a single apparent rhyme. Turning the page on a new year has historically been cause for…
First off, kudos to W., who must be truly alcohol-free. The unedited footage of the shoe-throwing news conference, (no one will ever remember any topic other than that), showed remarkable, extreme sobriety in reflex, even though the goofy grin implied some semblance of misunderestimating the situation. In my pursuit of…