How to turn a good time into a fine time
The great Amerindian civilizations — the Maya, Aztec and Inca — built huge cities, magnificent buildings and fine road systems…but they never had the wheel. And lucky them, since they never had to deal with wheeled-vehicle hassles. Recently, however, we have, and we’ve got some real doozies. One took place a couple of weeks ago in my second-favorite town, Tupper Lake. It was the ticketfest that followed their annual motorcycle rally’s parade. The capsule summary: During the parade the bikers rode in violation of state laws (no helmets or helmets not approved by DOT, illegal exhausts and so forth) and weren’t interfered with by the village police. This was no biggie, since that’s what’s happened over the past 20 years. But the biggie was that outside the village, state police had set up a roadblock where bikers were stopped and tickets o’plenty were issued for the same violations that’d been ignored as they cruised through town. Suffice it to say, this sparked all kinds of rea
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Almost all amateur psychologists will tell you that as a coping mechanism, denial is both counter productive and self destructive.
Wanting an expert opinion on the subject, I consulted my pal the psychotherapist, Dr. Russ Shefrin.
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Blast from the past
It started out a enough conversation, with me, Whispering Tom Dudones and his long-suffering wife Jen talking about games of our childhood.
We discussed the usual assortment from that long-gone, pre-electronic era: Chinese checkers, yo-y
A Dope of letters
As long as I can remember, I wanted to write, though the definition of “write” has changed drastically over the years.
At first, what I wanted to write was letters. And when I say letters, I don’t mean the ones between people — I mea
Making a splash
You know who really bugs me? It’s those people who whine that nothing ever happens here. Lots of things happen, and they happen all the time.
Here’s a relative sample from last week: Anti Em’s apartment flooded when a pipe in her ceil
On keeping cool
Last Wednesday the temperature hit a long-time low of 25 F. and a lot of folks complained about it. But not me. I didn’t complain due to my greater maturity. Matter of fact, when it comes to my maturity versus everyone else’s, the less said, the
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