Monthly Archives: July 2015

It’s my Dad’s fault that my toilet is funky… but more on that later. First let me shift tenses and preface that by saying when I was growing up if something was broken, my Dad fixed it. Although at the … Continue reading →

As a little boy I was a clueless homogenized dorky white kid from Queens New York. Yeah, I know, I know… now I’m a slightly less clueless homogenized dorky white middle aged man from Queens New York. It’s okay; if … Continue reading →

So I’m visiting my folks in the Queens New York house I grew up in. I know this sounds as weird as finding myself leisurely lollygagging in a lollypop field after eating enchiladas at El Adobe with Richard Nixon. Especially … Continue reading →

As sometimes happens, we discovered last night that both my wife and I forgot to take anything out of the freezer for dinner. I guess in this era of crazy fresh uber organic ‘farm to table’ foods that must sound … Continue reading →

July 4th. Indy – pen – dance day. Fireworks, picnics, family, flags… When I was a kid it felt bigger and more important but I guess everything is when you are little and not yet jaded by the real world. … Continue reading →