Jock lives over there in those condos and this is the second year he’s sent me a postcard from his wife’s family home in Chile. Matt saw only the photo side and said, “Hey, Popodopolis, what’s with the postcard”? I told him to read the back. It’s so much better than, “Having fun, wish you […]
Goose’s comment sent me to his blog, not that I don’t already check it three or four times a day. At least he posts more than once every five months.
Dear Mr. Miller, Nice day for one — I hope you were out, too, ideally at the beach of which you recently spoke. I posted some pics. Your Humble Servant, A.K.
Adam’s daily NYTimes’ scour turned up this link for rakkity. Though similar themes rak’s pictures are better.
I Knew Gene Kelly. The President Is No Gene Kelly. To the Editor: Re “Soft Shoe in Hard Times” (column, March 16): Surely it must have been a slip for Maureen Dowd to align the artistry of my late husband, Gene Kelly, with the president’s clumsy performances. To suggest that “George Bush has turned into […]
I Knew Gene Kelly. The President Is No Gene Kelly. To the Editor: Re “Soft Shoe in Hard Times” (column, March 16): Surely it must have been a slip for Maureen Dowd to align the artistry of my late husband, Gene Kelly, with the president’s clumsy performances. To suggest that “George Bush has turned into […]
This link sent today by pesky godson.
I think of this as a religious video. And here is the author’s story which is almost as funny as the video.
I think of this as a religious video. And here is the author’s story which is almost as funny as the video.
How would you like to wake up on a Saturday and find something like this as you fumble around for your morning coffee? Sure beats fire alarms and thick smoke.
Way back I wrote about a truck driver for my local lumberyard whom I described as looking like a toothless, tattooed pirate, with a beard but no peg leg. Given his looks and his job, I was flabbergasted by his knowledge of digital cameras and laptop computers, until I found out that he’d also written […]
Sometime back around January 19th Matt lost his iPhone. Today, after three months of snow that haunted and howled and refused to go away, and after torrential rains that kept my basement sump pump spewing water onto the front lawn, Hannah, Hil K’s sister, found it under some leaves on the outside ledge of her […]