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The Inseide Dope, by Bob Seidenstein

The Great Escapist

The 80s introduced us to many wonderful new cultural fads. Among them were Cabbage Patch dolls, leg warmers, sickeningly-sweet hair gels, parachute pants and graphic novels. Mercifully, the first five died out, but graphic novels seem here to stay. If you don’t know, graphic novels are no ...

Honest Abe rides again

I think I took my first California Achievement Test in sixth grade, and then again in seventh or eighth. I don’t know if they still give them, but if they don’t it’s an educational triumph. The CATs were a multiple choice test that were supposed to measure out aptitudes for all ...

Camp Barry Daze

Last week’s column was about my first day in boot camp, at Camp Barry, which was the processing camp. It was an introduction to boot camp, a warm-up act for the main show. We’d be there for only a couple of days and then be formed into a regular company and moved to Camp Dewey, where we’d ...

The not-so-Great Lakes

Monday morning began like all the others. I got up, took out the dogs, fed them and the cat, and drank coffee. But mid-second cup I started to feel like something was off. Actually, something was off ... but I had no idea what it was. I thought maybe I had an appointment but in typical Dopish ...

The Late InSeide Dope

People accuse me of always being late, but that’s not true. Yeah, sure, I’m late a lot of the time — even most of the time. But there’s one thing I’m never late for, and that’s doctors’ appointments. This, of course, is a supreme irony. For, like every other shmendrick in the ...

D is for …

I have been a compulsive talker. To some, it might be my greatest asset; to others, my biggest flaw. Value judgments aside, it’s fair to say the Amazon Queen’s bestowing upon me the nickname Jabber Jaw is perfectly justified. Certainly, I’m almost never at a loss for words. In fact, ...