Monthly Archives: March 2020

This sappy movie is one of my favorites, but I’m not here to apologize. It stars Kathleen Turner and Nicholas Cage. Kathleen Turner plays a 43-year-old woman who faints at her high school reunion and when she awakes, finds herself … Continue reading →

In the early 1900s, a Minqua was a quasi-Indian group of non-Indian girls. My mother never talked about them, nor were any of her later friends from that group. But she did sing their song, which went: We are the … Continue reading →

These days, I have been watching on TV many newscasts of politicians who are accompanied by a signer. In fact, a signer is a sure sign the newscast is by a politician.  Can’t a deaf viewer afford closed captioning? It’s … Continue reading →

“Unbuttoned” by David Sedaris. The New Yorker, 3/2/2020. This is a nonfiction story of a gifted writer visiting his dying 96-year-old father. It strikes me as a story of what is waiting for us if we don’t die, that death … Continue reading →

Listen up, and my experience may save you thousands. Years ago, I went down to my crawl space and was shocked to see evidence of a leak in the shower stall above. I immediately called a plumber to ask if … Continue reading →

This is another song I remember well from my childhood, but this was from years later, and I must have learned it in Sunday School. My wife also learned it in her Sunday School. I sung it to her recently, … Continue reading →

Gary Shillingford was my childhood playmate, probably because our fathers grew up kitty-corner from each other in Clifton Heights. Any story of my life would be incomplete without mentioning him. Some of this friendship of our fathers rubbed off on … Continue reading →