I was in my white, Tony Soprano bathrobe wearing my Seabiscuit cap at the crack of noon, having my coffee, and thinking what I was going to write about next when my doorbell rang. Sometimes I won’t answer but… Read More ›
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“O lovely Possum, O Possum, my love.”
I do not know if this story is about a woman’s love for her possum, or how I get in trouble opening my big mouth. This may even be about the grammatical usage of “opossum” verses “possum.” Being… Read More ›
Dump Cakes, Dump Dinners…Cooks Taking A Dump
With my best Governor Hoss Christie leadership skills, I am giving all the people who read my writings on my blog and Facebook “friends” ONE HOUR TO TELL THE TRUTH. I want to know if you were stupid enough to… Read More ›
Who Would You Like To Kidnap In 2014 ?
I always wanted to kidnap George Michaels and his entire band Wham. I want them to suffer as I did every morning for years after 1984 when my alarm clock went off and the song, “Wake Me Up Before… Read More ›
Merry Citrus
If you shake a snow globe, all the white flakes fall to the bottom. If America was inside a snow globe, the flakes fall to Florida. After shaking my life and downsizing to what would fit in my Santa Fe,… Read More ›
Huckleberry Pound
I can only scribble about myself and my time. Tell about growing up in a dive tavern in a bad neighborhood, Southeast Washington D.C., but little of the politics of that Marble City surrounding me. It is just… Read More ›
First Date Horror
When I was eighteen, I met a very attractive twenty-six year old, blonde, single mother of a 6 year old girl. I quickly asked her to go out to dinner and a movie for our first date. I got… Read More ›
Terror On Flight 319
I made it to the airport and waited in a long line to be checked for security purposes before my flight. I made sure I wasn’t hungry by eating just before at a Mexican food chain inside the airport…. Read More ›
Selling Cars
When I was in my twenties, broke and looking to make some money, I took a job selling cars. Back then, everything you heard about degenerate car salesmen was absolutely true. No internet, or survey’s from the corporate car… Read More ›
Madam Tillie ….The Fortune-Teller
Madam Tillie was a palm reader, fortune-teller on Silver Hill Road. In our youth, my friend Joe and I were sure it was a whore house and the rumors seemed to confirm it. We were eighteen and it was legal for… Read More ›
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