Monthly Archives: August 2014

If you’re in the front row of the parade and you stop walking, pretty soon you’re back in the tuba section. But if you want to keep leading the parade you’ve got to keep striving, being extraordinary… And that’s another reason we shouldn’t be having a parade for a Little League team that finished 3rd…

I may be wrong here, but the way I understand it you don’t get a gold medal for beating ‘somebody’ — you get a gold medal for beating ‘everybody’. Surprise… surprise… Once, way back in high school, I got a … Continue reading

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Thank heaven for little girls, they grow up in the most delightful ways… And now look at Mo’ne… And at the rest of us embracing the simple life… again. So Keep It Simple, Stupid!

What I love about the Little League World Series and its darling, Mo’ne, is that most of us don’t seem to notice or care that ‘she’ is black. And ain’t that just splendid. Because once again a beautiful, very young, … Continue reading

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A question that sometimes drives me hazy: Am I or are the others crazy? No doubt exists that we are all crazy; it’s only a question of degree. However, if you’re going to be crazy, you have to get paid for it or else you’re going to be locked up… And then there was Robin Williams…

I was misdiagnosed. But I don’t really blame the psychiatrist. He was a victim of Stephanie. Just as I was. She didn’t so much convince him I was crazy. Just as she didn’t convince me. We both just surrendered. And … Continue reading

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When will the Hamas also learn: That life is never fair, and perhaps that’s a good thing for most of us that it is not. That truth exists; only lies are invented. And to beware of the wrath of a patient man. As my dear ol’ Pappy exclaimed: ‘Fair?! The only fare I know is what I pay to ride the bus!’ And dats duh truth…

My dear ol’ bourbon sippin’ Pappy used to beat us. Rather regularly. My older brother-duh-doc and me. And sometimes the beatings could be rather innovative. Now remember, this was post WWII when many fathers – and even mothers — offered … Continue reading

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