Weird guy, Moses. Reminds me of Lincoln. Brooders, both of ‘em. No, not brothers, brooders. Sat around brooding all night. Don’t let them get near the mead or you’ll pay for it. Moses would sit around the campfire some nights … Continue reading →
CO Moed has written a beautiful piece about a subject close to my heart, to my life as a reader (which is where writers start). I’m commending it to you here. Please click the link to continue reading on her … Continue reading →
It’s Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s birthday! He’s a sprightly 153! I’ve been watching the amazing ‘Sherlock’ on PBS lately and then went back to the first episode on Netflix last night. Smitty turned me on to the series … Continue reading →
I was walking with Smitty on the Lower East Side the other day and we passed the housing development she and her sister started life in (before moving down the street). The place is one of several affordable-housing complexes built in … Continue reading →
I’m busy writing, dammit! I’ve been focusing on the ‘Mindbenders’ sequel so I haven’t been thinking about blog-worthy stuff like I should. I’ve also been a bit under the weather. So, to bide time and reduce my guilt a little, … Continue reading →
Levon Helm. If you don’t know the name, go to YouTube and listen to ‘The Weight’, ‘The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down’, ‘Up on Cripple Creek’ and ‘The River Hymn’. That’s just prime-era Band songs. He won Grammy’s for … Continue reading →
My Thinkpad died and nearly took me with it. This is my fifth Thinkpad; I swear by them. My laptop is my most precious possession. Smitty has her cat; I have my laptop. Friends are shocked whenever I appear anywhere without … Continue reading →
I started out this morning wondering if this democracy thing is all it’s cracked up to be. The voters of the Slovak Republic have so far given 74% of their ballots in an online bridge-naming contest to Chuck Norris instead … Continue reading →
I’m sick. Nothing serious ( I assume). I’ve got a temperature, I’m achy and woozey. My ex used to insist ‘Woozy – that’s not a word. It’s not a word.’ Now, of course, I could whip out my smartphone and … Continue reading →
On Staten Island, it’s called The Boat. ‘Does this bus go to The Boat?’ The Verrazano-Narrows was once the world’s longest suspension bridge and is still the start of the New York Marathon but nobody calls it The Bridge. We’ve … Continue reading →
