Last Sunday found me at Cavu Cafe, the finest breakfast joint north of Saratoga’s Triangle Diner (which I consider the finest b’fast joint south of Cavu). I was with three of my favorite people — Chuck Jessie and Clark Cummings. We have some interesting semi-connections. I say ...

My pal Peter Crowley, former ADE editor, had a midlife career change and became a teacher — an English teacher, no less. What compelled him to do it? I’ve no idea. Certainly, it wasn’t due to incessant prodding on my behalf — or any prodding of mine, for that matter. The boy wants ...

I’ve never been one to follow conventional rules or advice. Or more exactly, I’ve never followed them blindly. Early on I learned that while we need rules for the greater good, we don’t need all the rules we have. While a lot of them are enforced diligently, if not maniacally, the fact ...

By the time I was a pre-teen, it seemed all my peers were an accomplished lot. Some played musical instruments like they were ready to either turn pro or join the London Philharmonic. Others were skilled woodworkers, mechanics, cooks and seamstresses. There were singers, athletes, and ...

“You just don’t understand,” whined Ralphie Stardust. Actually, I understood perfectly. I just didn’t agree with him, which to Ralphie is the same thing, since he has the lock on Truth. This time his Truth, and the topic of this convo, was his latest guiding life principle. Note I ...

Last Saturday afternoon, I was in my chair lost in some weird reverie, when the phone rang. “Huh? Whuh?” I yelped, shocked by the sudden intrusion of reality. I picked up the receiver, said hello, and was greeted by a cheery robot recording. “Hello,” it said. “This is a message ...