Category Archives: Writing

Taking your shoes off in security, the sweaty crotch grabs and the nekkid scanner were bad enough. But the worst thing about flying post-9/11 was the fact that your family couldn’t meet you at the gate. There was nothing quite … Continue reading →

Well, the phone isn’t ringing today. I won’t be sending a fax.  No official commitments.  For the 27th year, I won’t be signing on National Signing Day. Excuse me as I deal with the disappointment.     OK, I’m over … Continue reading →

Noxious thick smoke hung over the room. Three old friends sat in the midwestern bar, shooting the bull and discussing the meaning of life. “The Flying Monkeys. The scariest part of the Wizard of Oz is definitely the flying monkeys,” … Continue reading →

My cat Sam always objected to the following cliche’ (but I’m going to use it anyway): You can’t swing a dead cat and not hit bad news. Of course, my cat Sam really doesn’t mind me saying it anymore. He’s dead (but … Continue reading →

Starting today, I have an office. And to be honest, I’m pretty happy about it.  At one point in my career, I would have killed for one. Now I am just glad I am inside the building. But since I … Continue reading →

“There’s a storm a comin’.” The old man looked out the window at the clouds rapidly moving in from the south. “They’re runnin’ scared.  The clouds, I mean. You can almost smell New Orleans.” Warm air was pumping north from … Continue reading →