From time to time someone asks me (as, no doubt, they ask other writers) why I do it. Why, specifically, I write fiction as opposed to nonfiction. It really is hard to explain to those who seem tone-deaf to what … Continue reading
The curmudgeon in repose observes the feckless maunderings of the primates in their dispeptic self-justifications. Christmas is coming. You can see it, feel it, sense it. Not only in the more pleasant garnishments appearing too early (and hopefully) in stores … Continue reading
I had to go to Wal-Mart this past weekend. I know, I know, big box store, destructive of small town America, yadda-yadda. I hate them, but once a year we do a Wal-Mart run for all kinds of stuff that, … Continue reading
This is a charming little story. Priest dumps all over his parishioners. Now, I was never a Catholic, but I once considered marrying a Catholic girl and went through some of the obligatory classes at her church. We got to … Continue reading
A few of these seem particularly poignant given current events. They say Mitterand has 100 lovers. One has AIDS but he doesn’t know which one. Bushg has 100 bodyguards. One is a terrorist, but he doesn’t know which one. Gorbachev … Continue reading
I did not stay up for the speeches. I waited. I just now watched Obama’s acceptance speech. Not a victory speech. An acceptance speech. There is a difference. He hasn’t really won anything. Yet. I cannot remember the last time … Continue reading
I didn’t sleep well last night. I do not usually watch the election night circus. Generally, I have an attitude of “It will be what it turns out to be” and either read a book or do some work, going … Continue reading
This morning we got up at four so we had time to drink coffee, wake up, and get to the polls early. I thought the lines would be long and neither of us have patience for standing around waiting. Our … Continue reading