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Looking Back

Posted at 4:49 pm

I’m not saying they are heroes or anything like that. Not exactly. But as far as I’m concerned, the Murphy family did a pretty heroic thing last weekend. They watched a movie. And not just any movie.  No, sir. As fierce winds from Hurricane Irene shook windows in their apartment building, bending trees all around […]

Posted at 4:38 pm

There are a lot of things I don’t understand. Like Lady Gaga, for example.  I don’t get it. And NASCAR (Hello? Left turns?). And “Keeping Up With the Kardashians” – who are these people and why should I be keeping up with them? And I don’t have the least idea why a respectable publishing house […]


Memo to my friends in the class of ’73: I have important news. Once in a lifetime news. News you’ve waiting 38 years to hear. I can finally grow sideburns! I know that you have been waiting for this moment, so you can move on with your lives now. My facial hair has come in. […]

Posted at 4:19 pm

It would be way too simplistic to say that Gayle and I were childhood sweethearts. Accurate, maybe. But simplistic. Those two words – “childhood sweethearts” – don’t begin to summarize the up and down, back and forth, on-again off-again nature of our relationship between second grade and senior year. One year we were playing kissing […]