Month: August 2020

I’m looking at the shoe on my left foot and it’s making me feel so happy.It’s a running shoe, although I won’t be running, or even walking, for some time.Which is a hint as to why one shoe can make… Continue Reading →

Since rupturing my Achilles tendon playing tennis about two weeks ago, I’ve spent a lot of time on my front porch with my leg elevated. I’m not complaining. It gave me a chance to really appreciate the hundreds of flowers… Continue Reading →

If you get the reference in this headline, then you know about Charlotte.And if you know about Charlotte, you might be able to guess what I’m am writing about today.Charlotte, for those who have not met her, is a spider.… Continue Reading →

Every day I await my “Morning Malcolm.”That’s a photo of my new grandson in Los Angeles. Hollywood, actually.He is three months old today.In a pre-Covid world, I would have been there holding him on Father’s Day weekend. That was the… Continue Reading →

I typically write a blog first thing Friday morning. But first thing this morning I was lying flat on my back, listening to classic rock on head phones, and trying my damnedest to hold my foot perfectly still as I… Continue Reading →

When I picked up the August 2 issue of the New York Daily News to toss in the recycling bin, Parade magazine fell out and off I went in reverie.All it took was the cover.The headline “The Songs of 1970,… Continue Reading →

A friend of mine who lives in Mountaintop called to say he’d be in Pittston to drop off an electric bass for repair at The Music Scene on North Main Street, and he wanted to know if we could get… Continue Reading →

You have a wife with diabetes. She must watch her sugar intake.In this you must be an ally.But she also has a sweet tooth. She enjoys a treat.In this you want to be a pal.So, what’s a guy to do… Continue Reading →