September 15, 2016

    Are you, like I am, ready to throw in the towel? Cry uncle? Knuckle under? Abandon hope? Turn the TV screen to the wall? Make promises to God?  Then you are, like I am, suffering from the malady known as Election Fatigue, or in drug company lingo, EF.  And there are still fifty-four more days to go.  And presently, no known antibiotic.

    Fifty-four days? No big deal.  That’s less than two months.  You’ve waited longer than that for a couch to be delivered.  Or a baby.

    But , hey, let’s keep it in perspective.  This election cycle may be the longest in American history, starting a full 21 months before actual election day.  That’s the equivalent of two babies — past their due date. Continue Reading

  • Politics

    Overheard in the Sandbox

    I know I said you wouldn’t be hearing from me until mid-September, but I felt compelled to interrupt my hiatus to comment on the current political dialogue. You’re a liar. No, you are. No,…

    August 27, 2016
  • Advertising Anatomy Men Relationships

    Here’s the Thing…..

    No doubt my priorities are all screwed up.  There’s so much going on in the world that cries out for serious attention and consideration, and here I sit, obsessing about Viagra commercials. Gun violence,…

    July 16, 2016
  • Aging

    Bowled Over

    On any given day, there are countless reminders that I am an old person.  Not least of which is the pain in my lower back when I uncurl my body from the driver’s seat…

    June 15, 2016
  • Aging Nostalgia

    Summer Is A Bummer

    Admittedly, I’m not a big fan of nostalgia.  My capacity for fondly recounting the good old days is about half a cup.  Sure, I have pleasant memories of growing up in the 40s and…

    May 31, 2016
  • Aging Dining Friends

    More Dinners with Friends

    Six days and counting, and I continue to eat my way out of Florida.  More good-bye dinners with friends we will not see for six months.   So what if my clothes have gotten tighter? …

    May 16, 2016
  • Aging Beauty Fashion

    April Is The Cruelest Month…

    April is a month that seems to inspire poetry.  However, Chaucer, who praised April in his prologue to the “Canterbury Tales” would certainly not have agreed with the opening line of T.S. Eliot’s famous…

    April 30, 2016
  • Aging Beauty Men

    Now You See Me, Now You Don’t

    I was in a doctor’s waiting room the other day catching up on my magazine reading (see “Death, Taxes, and the Annual Exam,” February 29, 2016), when the title of a particular article captured…

    March 31, 2016