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This Reminds Me of December
Published Dec. 14, 2011
Associations with December: too many. I will economize on my reflections. My birthday is in December, as is that of my good friend, writer and elementary school teacher Elizabeth Cullen, as well as historical and hysterical ...
I call spare change “spange”
Published Nov. 30, 2011
I am constantly revising my own rules regarding panhandlers. I can’t seem to stick to one policy with any consistency. For a time, my rule was to give some money — never a great amount — ...
Gross-Out Contest
Published Nov. 22, 2011
So, Thanksgiving. I’m guessing I’ll have my son bunking here, and I don’t know how to roast a turkey. Going out to dinner sounds like unnecessary stress. I’ll see if he will go for a roasted ...
It Was Supposed to Be a Suicide
Published Nov. 16, 2011
This is a true story. This was told to me by a man I’ll call Tom Fuller. The story came to me outside of a ... More Comments (3)
A Happy Chorus of Small Voices
Published Nov. 2, 2011
The children in my neighborhood are a life-affirmative kind of pleasure for me, despite their girlish screaming and boyish growling sounds. They are noisy urchins, ... More Comment (1)
“San Diego is not a town for heavy thinking.”
Published Oct. 26, 2011
I have always enjoyed writing about Halloween and/or Day of the Dead, but I’d like to take a slightly different approach this time. For all ... More Comments (2)
City Heights, now East North Park
Published Oct. 12, 2011
“I vowed long ago never to move east of route 805!” my friend C.C. admonished me when I told him I was looking for an ... More Comments (6)
A Bit of This, a Bit of That
Published Oct. 5, 2011
I intend to take the shotgun approach to this column. To be more descriptive, let’s say the scattergun approach. No single topic seems burning for ... More Comment (1)
A Pig’s Orgasm Lasts 30 Minutes
Published Sept. 28, 2011
Growing up in the Midwest, in or around Chicago, I would hear the phrase “Indian Summer” annually and about this time of year. As a ... More Post a comment
Need Lets Art Breathe
Published Sept. 21, 2011
Attending the Art Institute of Chicago in 1968 was a combination of weed-laced fun (commonly called just “grass” in Chicago then) and maddening constraints, if ... More Comment (1)
Where Ya Been, Mr. B.?
Published Sept. 7, 2011
It is still August, and I have resumed work after a summer hiatus during which I lounged on the deck of my condo in Maui, ... More Comments (4)
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