Fiction/Humor Memoir

Opposable Thumbs

It’s a popular myth, or at least an oversimplification, that opposable thumbs are uniquely human and separate us from other animals. That’s simply not true. Virtually all primates have opposable thumbs…chimps, gorillas, orangutans, baboons and bonobos. Many also have opposable big toes, which humans have largely lost through evolution. Bonobos are particularly interesting in this context because they’re one of our two closest living relatives (along with chimpanzees), sharing roughly 98.7% of our DNA. Their…

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The Overview Effect

A few days ago (April Fools Day), we all saw the Artemis II rocket blast off from Launch Complex 39B at Kennedy Space Center in Florida at 6:35 p.m. EDT. It was the first crewed mission toward the Moon since Apollo 17 in 1972, carrying NASA astronauts Reid Wiseman, Christina Koch, and Victor Glover, along with Canadian astronaut Jeremy Hansen, on a 10-day journey around the Moon. I don’t know about you, but it sure…

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Fiction/Humor Memoir Retirement

Digging the Pitt

For a while now I have been noticing the new emergency room series called The Pitt (a play on Pittsburgh, the high intensity and grit, and the fact that ER’s are on the lower level of hospitals) on my Hulu feed. Then my trainer, who is a grad student in kinesiology working towards his Physical Therapy certification, told me I had to watch it, so I did. I loved it. It was incredibly realistic, perhaps…

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Needing to Knead Needoh

For many years now, when I’ve gone on motorcycle rides that included my friend Frank O’Connell, I would hear about this little toy company that he was involved with. Frank is a marketing guru of significant renown and he also has a connection to the toy business from years ago when he worked for Mattel on the Intelevision product. I know this for two reasons, the first of which is that it’s what business friends…

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Betwixt and Be Twain

A few weeks ago and for no particular reason, I downloaded onto my Audible app, a copy of Ron Chernow’s biography of Mark Twain. Mark Twain was the pen name of Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835–1910), one of America’s greatest writers and humorists. Born in Missouri, he grew up in Hannibal on the Mississippi River, a setting that would define his most famous work, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer (1876) and its sequel, Adventures of Huckleberry…

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Fiction/Humor Retirement

To Cruise or Not to Cruise: That is the Question

To cruise, or not to cruise, that is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous travel, or to take arms against a sea (or river) of troubles, and by opposing end them? To dine: to sleep; no more (from seasickness); and by a nap to say we end a long shore excursion day. The heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, ’tis…

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Back to the Back

In 1963 I was nine years old and my mother, at the age of 47, was getting her Doctorate at the University of Wisconsin in the capital city of Madison (Go Badgers!). We were living on her fellowship of $3,000 (that’s per year, not per month). She had rented a little house in a typical suburban development that must have had about 200 little crackerboxes of the sort you learned to draw when you were…

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Camo-Bound

This morning I’m heading out for a motorcycle ride to go out into the eastern ranch country near Julian. We will drive out through Valley Center, probably the reddest part of the county, then through the various Indian reservations, which I find always hard to divine in terms of their degree of social consciousness (do they care more about helping their poor and downtrodden or about their casino revenues that buy them all shiny new…

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Squidgy

I’ve been using the word squidgy a lot lately. I didn’t think it was a real word, but apparently the Cambridge English dictionary disagrees and says it is, indeed, a real word. It means “soft and wet and changing shape easily when pressed” and it seems to be most often used in relation to bread that has been not quite fully baked and has a squidgy center. What’s interesting about that is that it is…

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The Chi of Buddy

Yesterday we arrived in San Diego from our short trip to Florida and got in about 7pm. That was basically 12 hours from when we left Andy’s house in Vero Beach. We drove down to West Palm Beach Airport, returned the rental car and sat in the Delta Lounge to await our flight to Atlanta. Kim found us some nice fresh crudite and hummus to sustain us and then we joined the rest of the…

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