Monthly Archives: March 2015

Everybody in America seems to be angry about something. As for me, I would fail an anger management course – proudly. And I rightly figure that people are being unjust about anger… I think it can be enlivening and a lot of fun. Just get out on the highway…

Shapely Sharon, who came from a Tennessee family too rich and laughed like a pirate, was driving us, a while back, on Philadelphia’s Schuylkill (notoriously pronounced locally as Sure-kill) Expressway… And she was ambling along rather sanely for a change. … Continue reading

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I have a confession: I am not politically correct. Don’t even wanna be. Being PC means always having to say you are sorry. And these days people only listen to what they want to hear. So hear this: I am mad as hell and don’t wanna take it no more!

I used to date a woman a couple years back who I boldly informed from the outset: ‘If you wanna have a good time and lots of laughs, stick with me. If you wanna get serious, go back to your … Continue reading

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Children begin by loving their parents; then they judge them; rarely do they forgive them… There is no cure for the common birthday. And Zakki’s miraculous 21st was anything but common. Which proves the more b-days you have, the longer you live. And the longer you have to forgive your parents…

I have always maintained – even long before my younger son Zakki was born with just about every critical malady to overtax the frontiers of medical science — that the more birthdays you have the longer you live. And miraculously … Continue reading

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