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The Inseide Dope, by Bob Seidenstein

The reel deal

Whenever my childhood pal Pete MacIntyre talks about growing up in Our Home Town, he always describes it as “idyllic.” Mine was idyllic as well — till the day after Labor Day, 1952. For it was then I said goodbye to my life of Sweetness and Light, and said hello to The Cold Cruel ...

Lost in space

It was way past midnight, and in my typical fashion, I was in my Lay-Z-Dope surfing the net, when I ran across an article in an astronomy magazine on Deep Space. I found it interesting, especially since I skipped all the scientific jargon and mathematic formulas. But I was stopped short by a ...

The Dope and the Danish Doozy

One of my favorite rock groups is the Boston wildmen, The J. Geils Band. And one of my favorite songs of theirs is “First I Look At The Purse.” The essence of the song is, the singer cares about only one thing in women — “if the dollar bills are crisp.” The song itself is a ...

Dope deals about wheels

A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of a coffee date with a pal I haven’t seen in years, Barb Merritt. Barb and I go way back and are curiously connected. In the ’70s I knew who Barb was, but we never became friends till about 25 years ago. Right from the start, our relationship went to ...

Food, and food for thought

When I wake up, I’m never a bundle of either fire or joy. I don’t like mornings, never have, and I’ll leave greeting them up to anyone who wants that onerous task. That said, last Sunday morn was a real dupa-dragger, even by my standards. The previous day I’d had a magic gig at the ...

Swinging (but not singing) on high

According to the cliché, old age is not for sissies. And now that I am, by any measure old, I couldn’t agree more. Of course there’s all the slippage and slopage of both mind and body. And while I don’t like them, I expected them in one form or another. But what I didn’t expect, and ...