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Undercover runner

April 15, 2011 I started running 42 years ago this week, and I did it for only one reason — to survive boot camp, which was only two weeks away. more »»

A real Lulu

April 8, 2011 A lot of people complain their dog isn’t smart enough. And when they do, all I think is, Be careful what you wish fo. more »»

The last word

April 1, 2011 Last weekend, I was in Vermont. Sunday morning, on a whim, I checked the ADE website and saw a funeral announcement that immediately made me leave for home. It was for Janet Decker. more »»

Cookin’ with gas

March 25, 2011 When thinking about The Good Old Days, everyone my age remembers one thing that wasn’t the least bit good. In fact, it was horrible. It was the dentistry. more »»

Breaking the fever

March 18, 2011 College spring break — you hear that, and what do you think of? I’ll tell you: fun in the sun, white sand beaches, beers, bikinis, beads, party hearty till the wee hours and all sorts of other... more »»

Snow job

March 11, 2011 When the telephone first rang, I was in the middle of a dream. Sheryl Crow and I were snuggling on the white sand beach of a tropical paradise — Tahiti, maybe. more »»


March 4, 2011 Almost always, I prefer the old to the new: old fashions, old houses, old machines, old music. I’ve been like that as long as I can remember. more »»

The death of a Bug

February 25, 2011 Vehicles represent different things to different people. To some, they’re signs of wealth and success. To others, they’re symbols of power — maybe the muscles the owner himself never had. more »»

The best one ... so far

February 18, 2011 “So whaddya think?” I asked Kenny Fontana on the Monday after Carnival. Notice, I didn’t ask him what I wanted him to think about. more »»

A Hot Shoppe’s hot shot

February 11, 2011 It was September 1965, I was in Washington, D.C., and three things had gotten me there: 1). I’d flunked out of college 2). I was directionless 3). more »»

Summertime ... and the livin’ ain’t necessarily easy

February 4, 2011 A week ago, when the mercury hit 36 below zero and we hit the national news, I steeled myself for the inevitable. It wasn’t about the weather. more »»

God spelled backward is dog

January 28, 2011 According to the Book of Genesis, the Lord gave humankind dominion over the animals. If the Bible is the word of God, then I know one thing about the Almighty: He never had a pu. more »»

When more is not necessarily merrier

January 21, 2011 Living in a high-tech world, surrounded by gadgets of all sorts, raises a couple of vital questions: namely, how much technology do we need, and how high-tech must it be? Take can opener. more »»

Phony baloney

January 14, 2011 I was on the phone with my pal Creighton Fee, when he mentioned how amazing the changes in communication have been over the past 20 years. “Twenty years?” I said. more »»

The uncrowned king of ‘Soul Train’

January 7, 2011 I’ve been obsessed with humor my whole life, and while I like all its forms, the one I like the most is jokes. more »»


December 31, 2010 Ever since the world got launched into cyberspace, receiving a letter that’s neither a bill nor a hustle has been as rare as finding an honest politician. more »»

Pining away

December 24, 2010 It was the start of a typical day in the navy radio shack in Bremerhaven, Germany. more »»

Wheelin’ and dealin’

December 17, 2010 As far as I’m concerned, the last word on motorcycles came from Brother Ron Burdick. “There’re only two kinds of bikers,” he says: “those who’ve crashed, and those who’re going to crash. more »»

... the love you take ...

December 10, 2010 It was a Sunday night in 1964. To be more precise, it was 8 o’clock on Feb. 9. I was sitting in the living room with my mother, about to get my world rocked by Ed Sullivan. more »»

The Dope who went into the cold

December 3, 2010 I was in the Navy, about to graduate from Class A school, and my nerves were shot. At least, the few nerves I had left were shot: At that point I’d worried myself past worrying. more »»



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