Memoir

they realized there is a cranky old guy who lives on this street, a guy that is willing to go all the way and do whatever it takes to stop rowdy behavior past curfew, as long as “whatever it takes” consists of calling the police.

When I’m eighty years old and holding court in the locker room of the YMCA, I hope I remember to say that, “Life is full of quirks.”

It is our memory of the feelings in a given situation that our survival system uses to decide about any given current situation. Those feelings keep us out of harm, or lead us back to ecstasy.

I have a new Christmas letter up on the web site. If you’re into Christmas letters, mine is not as offensive as most, or so I think. What is interesting is that, after twelve years, I can crank one out in a single sitting, whereas I used to struggle with them for days at a … Read more

As is often the case at the beginning of the year, I am confronted by my messy basement. I made an off-hand remark on Facebook about it, and it generated the most comments I have ever had about a simple status update. This confirms, anecdotally, what I have often encountered (also anecdotally) throughout my life, … Read more