It had been another rough weekend at the tail end of a really bad summer. I had been trying to drown myself that entire year, and it was no longer working. I went out for a taste on Thursday, and then Friday and Saturday had been one long journey into…

The next Presidential election is Nov 5th of next year, a little over a year away; 425 days to be exact. The two current front runners for the nomination of their respective parties are the same two dinosaurs that ran in 2020. America made their choice in that election, and…

When we last left our intrepid heroes, they were in the midst of their 8th anniversary/vacation/2nd honeymoon in lovely Los Angeles. We had an great time. Hollywood Hills. Venice Canals. Amazing Sunsets. New Friends. Lunch with cousins. And an abundance of marital bliss. …

I missed a plane once. On our first trip to LA, as we were packing up at 5am, she asked if we could walk down to the beach to take some sand home. “Sure”, says I. We get the sand. Pack the car. Drive to LAX. Drop off the rental. Get…

March 2020 — Things are looking up for our intrepid hero. He has rekindled his passion for music, and he’s joined a ragged, Rock-and-Roll outfit called “Malbone Street”. Coming off a very good, (but not great) gig at Arlene’s on the LES, the boys are eagerly awaiting their debut at…

Divorce is an ugly word. It’s never pretty. Even when the parties involved are so toxic to each other that both can only benefit from separation, it still winds up causing pain to those around them. Divorce: in latin, it’s divortium — essentially it means — to divide. Despite our…

My Wedding day was one of my favorite days. So was the day I got my first promo copy of Split Rock Road. When the Giants beat the 18–0 Patriots was a good day too. So were all the Yankee WS victories in my lifetime (7 at this writing). My first kiss was a…

One of the great indignities of moving into your fifties is the onset of a never-ending series of unexplained aches and pains, accompanied by a litany of snaps, crackles and pops to go with it. A cacophony of sound to add to the frustration of having to deal with the…

Why Parkersburg you ask? Well. I’ll tell you. It’s 1999, and Elena is pregnant. Only, the child isn’t her husband’s, and she knows it. She can’t bring herself to tell him, so she hides the pregnancy until she can hide it no longer… And then she leaves him in the middle…