Farter’s Day

This is Fred. He was kind enough to pose for me yesterday as I enjoyed a Ruck’s Pizza Kitchen Italian Sub (Amiel’s never answered the phone) on the deck yesterday. Yes, after more than 90 days in self-imposed isolation due to the SARS CoV 2, I ventured over to visit the folks for the famous Father’s Day. It was good to break this routine, great to see family, and, certainly, it was wonderful to get some doggo time.


As stolen directly from MeFi… “Shostakovich’s first opera is a surrealist piece about a man who wakes up one day to discover his nose is missing. It features tap dancing noses.”

I am not making this up.


Pomp and Circumstance

I’ve probably told you this story before, but: In or around 1998, I was interviewing for a job, and the boss asked me if I had any siblings.

I said, “No.” Then I took a beat.

Then I said “Wait. Yes. Yes, I do.”

They hired me anyway.

It was the first time since the birth of my brother in 1995 that I’d had to face the question. Prior to that, I’d spent 27 years as an only child. Thus my outlandish reply. I’m amazed Suzette didn’t pull my arm behind me and kick me in my ass while she threw me out the back door.

Anyway, today, said kid brother, who once was smaller than my forearm (I know because that’s where I held him), granulated from high school.

We were all offered a out from sitting on those uncomfortable field house chairs for two hours, but heck with that. After knowing this person for the first 18 years of his life, I wasn’t going to miss this benchmark.

It turned into the best weekend I’ve had all year. Family, friends, loved ones were here. There was good food. Not to mention the XRIJF was wrapping up.

That was quite a weekend. Thank you.


Also, KITTEH!

blackie lounging


Pomp and Circumstance

I’ve probably told you this story before, but: In or around 1998, I was interviewing for a job, and the boss asked me if I had any siblings.

I said, “No.” Then I took a beat.

Then I said “Wait. Yes. Yes, I do.”

They hired me anyway.

It was the first time since the birth of my brother in 1995 that I’d had to face the question. Prior to that, I’d spent 27 years as an only child. Thus my outlandish reply. I’m amazed Suzette didn’t pull my arm behind me and kick me in my ass while she threw me out the back door.

Anyway, today, said kid brother, who once was smaller than my forearm (I know because that’s where I held him), granulated from high school.

We were all offered a out from sitting on those uncomfortable field house chairs for two hours, but heck with that. After knowing this person for the first 18 years of his life, I wasn’t going to miss this benchmark.

It turned into the best weekend I’ve had all year. Family, friends, loved ones were here. There was good food. Not to mention the XRIJF was wrapping up.

That was quite a weekend. Thank you.


Also, KITTEH!

blackie lounging


Good Doggie

My new insurance agent’s office keeps a pooch, this elderly, fat, patchy cocker spaniel mutt with a cyst on his back, named “Lucky.” As I waited this morning, Lucky came over, gave me a sniff, then rolled onto his back and insisted on a belly rub. I rubbed the dog’s tummeh and was certain I had picked the right insurance agent.