Last year I made my son the beneficiary of a $100, 000 dollar life insurance policy. It was something I had been meaning to do for some time, but didn’t get around to it until last year. I think it might have been around the time of Hurricane Irene, but I’m not certain. However, I […]
Monthly Archives: October 2012
I didn’t mean to write in a bar today. Not that I’m ashamed of it (although I should be considering the spectacular weather). The bar, however, has WiFi, and my place, even with the über comfortable new couch, currently does not. For some reason it’s offline… but the bar 75 feet away has it. Thus, […]
After all is said and done, more is said than done. –Aesop We are a nation of talkers. I don’t think this is a secret. We have talk shows, panels, conferences, conference calls, meetings, rallies, debates, speeches, et. al. We are a nation of media: print, digital, social, video, television, cinema, et. al. At any […]
Editor’s Note: My ambivalence towards social medial is well-documented, as is the difficultly of promoting my writing and maintaining certain contacts without it. Thus, I have come up with a compromise of sorts: the accounts are active so I can be reached, so no one else can use my screen names, etc., and I can occasionally reach […]
It’s cold this morning in New Jersey. The leaves that even yesterday were undecided between verdancy and variegation have now chosen the later decidedly, and bright blasts of yellow, orange, and burnt sienna mix among the still green holdouts. The hummingbird feeder hangs solemnly, unattended, strikingly so considering the hum of activity a day earlier. […]
I had lunch with a friend this afternoon, a born and raised New Yorker, who recently moved to Basking Ridge, NJ, the town adjacent to the small town of Millington that I grew up in. I actually grew up in Meyersville, a town so small that it didn’t even have its own post office. Although […]
As the ball slipped — trickled really — wide left of the goalposts the room at Finn McCools pub deflated like a ruptured weather balloon. The Saints were now 0-4; and even the most die-hard Saints fans admit that 0-4 is a heavy load to shoulder. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not this […]
