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The Inseide Dope, by Bob Seidenstein

Sixty-two and counting

As soon as I picked up the phone, he began, in his trademark high screech. “It’s a world gone mad, Dope! A world gone mad!” “He” was the only person it could be — Eric “The Hysteric” Lund. I’ve known him since college and he hasn’t changed one iota: Always in panic ...

NOT the cat in the hat

Perfect mornings, like perfect everythings, are few and far between. But about three weeks ago, I had one. Or at least I had the START of one. It began as it always does, with reveille sounded by Kitzel the Kat. But that morning, maybe deciding she could wait a bit before her b’fast, she ...

Not short-timers, but definitely good-timers

It’s no secret that most people, whether they’ll admit it or not, think bigger is better. And continuing in that vein, they also think taller is better, as in “tall, dark and handsome.” Not the least ironically, you’ll almost never hear anyone extolling the virtues of “short, grey ...

A Kookie cure

I’ve always thought of the world of alternative lifestyles as a mixed bag. And why wouldn’t I, since it runs the gamut from pragmatic to lunatic. Me, I’m a guy who checks things out, reserves judgment, and then picks and chooses. But some things I’ll dismiss from the get-go, ...

The nineteen dollar misunderstanding

As much as I like to shmooze, Compass Printing is NOT the place I do it. Don’t get me wrong. It’s not that I don’t like the people there — I do. But there are two good reasons why it’s a No Shmooze Zone. First, they’re always busy. Breanna, their point person, is fun to chat ...