Monthly Archives: September 2018

I’m in the Garden State, so I’m taking a mulligan. Twice as much next week. Thanks for checking, loyal readers!

When I was eight, my mother took me around the world. It was audacious and efficacious and perspicacious. Dar is eight. We haven’t taken him around the world. Instead I wonder what the world looks like that he traces in his own mind. He can never tell us. When I was eight, we visited Hiroshima for the 34thanniversary of you-know-what. We walked past thousands of people holding hands and chanting. We walked into a museum displaying mannequins with permanently melting […]

I’ve long thought that I would make a terrible farmer. One reason is that most farmers seem to own chickens, and chickens tend to wake up at daybreak and cock-a-doodle-doo their little throats out. When I hear that noise, it makes me want to do something to those throats that the Audubon Society would not like. But I live with that anyway. I live with Dar. Instead of cock-a-doodle-doo-ing, he tee-tee-tees. And it’s loud. And it wakes me up. And […]

Last week I returned our family dog, Athena, to the pound from where I’d adopted her about a year ago. I only learned the phrase “owner surrender” last week when I had to do one. I can put up with a lot, but I draw the line at violence. She was an angel with humans…well, it’s more accurate to say that with humans she eagerly leapt into their/our laps like a frisky terrier. But with dogs, we had one too […]