Fiction/Humor Memoir

The Uberization of Life

The Uberization of Life I am just back from our five day whirlwind cabaret tour of New York City. We had Kim’s gig for the Make-a-Wish Foundation gala at Sony Hall on Thursday night (I was not-sleeping on the redeye at the time), the Mabel Mercer Foundation Cabaret Convention performance at Rose Hall at Lincoln Center on Friday night, the Those Girls show at the Laurie Beechman Theater on 42nd Street on Saturday night and…

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Love Memoir

Checking Out

Checking Out I just read that a successful real estate development executive who lived in Los Angeles and was 66 years old (that would be a few years younger than me) came to the decision that life was no longer worth living, and he chose to voluntarily check out. The reason I was reading about it as a news item was not because it is an isolated incident or that suicide in today’s society is…

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Fiction/Humor

Rockin’ Around the Clock

Rockin’ Around the Clock Big wall clocks are all the rage it seems. It used to be a somewhat novel thing to have on your wall as an adornment back when you had to root around to find them from some old train station and then figure out how to power them. But now they have been homogenized into a normal Wayfair or Overstock item of which you can choose among literally thousands of styles,…

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Memoir

Pushing The Season

Pushing the Season During this first trip to NYC in over 6 months, we are staying at the Cornell Club at 44th Street and Fifth Avenue. All the university clubs (except, of course, The University Club, which is further up Fifth Avenue) are on 44th Street between Vanderbilt and 6th Avenue (Avenue of the Americas, for you tourists). There are many notable attractions very close to here, but one of my favorites is Bryant Park.…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir

The Show Must Go On

The Show Must Go On I am sitting on a redeye flight to New York, headed to a show tonight that Kim is singing in. She has been invited to sing at the Cabaret Convention at Rose Hall of Jazz at Lincoln Center. It’s only one song and its a duet with her pal Lennie (accompanied by Steven), which is a long-time flying configuration for her performances, but it is Lincoln Center and it doesn’t…

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Memoir Politics

The Ebb and the Flow

The Ebb and the Flow The tides, as we all know, are a direct result to the gravitational pull of the moon, but there is actually a lot more to that. The tides cycle from high to low twice per day even though the moon only passes over any given spot on the earth once per day, so what’s up with that? My earth science training reminds me that the tides are actually influenced by…

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Love

Rise and Shine

Rise and Shine For some strange reason, I have always liked post-apocalyptic movies. That surprises me since I consider myself such an optimistic person. I am also, quite decidedly, an early morning person, which implies that the morning after should be my best moments and not filled with dread. But an apocalypse and any inevitability associated with it cannot be considered anything other than a pessimistic outlook. I suppose you could argue that surviving an…

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Fiction/Humor Retirement

Being of Service

Being of Service When Kim joined the Hidden Meadows Women’s Club, she did so because she very much wanted to make more friends in the local community. She came back from the first meeting with a positive report that she felt there were many potential new friends to be had in the Club. One of the first things she did was to volunteer to have the next meeting of the group at our house. It…

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Love Politics

A Prelude to War

A Prelude to War Frank Capra won an Academy Award in 1942 for his production of his Office of War Information documentary. It was used first to pump up the soldiers in the armed forces that were heading into the war effort after the attack at Pearl Harbor. And then it was shown widely to the American people so as to get everyone on the same page about exactly why we as Americans were doing…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir

The Boys Are Back In Town

The Boys Are Back in Town Unlike Fred MacMurray, I do not have three sons (aka My Three Sons, the Americana TV series that ran throughout the 1960’s), but I do have two sons and they are just about all I can handle. They are two dramatically different individuals separated by thirteen years and two separate mothers. I can triangulate a few traits that they each have based on their mothers’ characteristics, but I would…

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