A Bridge on Serenity Street

With visual vocabulary firmly in place and with destiny drawing closer to revelation, I made an appointment to meet the Master Hatter. Lynn and I...

By the time that the Master Hatter had finished describing the weirdness of Leo, I had already decided that I wanted the hat. I didn't want Leo's hat...

Fiction is the new truth. I'm pretending to be a writer. I'm also pretending to be the narrator in an ongoing story in which I am pretending to be...

I read his auto-biography, The Greatest. Towards the ending of his book, Ali invited anyone who had read the book that far to come and visit him at...

Slides. Remember slides? You'd throw your slides into a Kodak Carousel and voila...a slide show up against the wall. Needless to say I threw quite a...

True, I was only a child as well as an only child when the pictures were taken. If anyone still has a copy.....please set it afire. Better yet, I...

Because of the rat mask Feeding on his filthy face Orwell walked right past the panther Devouring raw mystery meat And never noticed, in the next...

Some stories are so lovely that I hesitate to write them. Some legends are so fragile and delicate that I'm reluctant to reveal them. Here's a lovely...

Last night Senator Amy Klobuchar coined a phrase during the Democratic debate. She used the phrase Silver Surgers to describe the political power of Baby boomers. I liked the coinage The phrase took me back to the days of Surfin' Safari, a tune by the Beach Boy's called Noble Surfer. That's how this thing started.