My memory is playing tricks on me. Here's what I know. It was the early 70s. We were at the beach and I was very young. We didn't go on a lot of vacations, which makes the memory stick out even more in my thoughts. On one of the vacation days, I remember being a... Continue Reading →
The zombie apocalypse is coming
(A version of this post ran in 2015.) The zombie chases me. He’s frothing at the mouth. His shirt and pants are ripped and he — more animal than human — walks with an uneven shuffle. I run up the stairs to get away. Even with his limp, he keeps coming. He’s now about ten... Continue Reading →
When photos come alive
(A version of this story appeared in June 2016.) I think kids today are missing out. They’re missing out on one of my all-time favorite hobbies. When I was young, my mom kept a large, green shoebox full of family pictures in her bedroom closet. When I was bored or felt blue and needed a... Continue Reading →
Meeting the Don: Returning to The Godfather
The movie “The Godfather” has some of the most memorable lines of all time. “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.” “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.” “It's a Sicilian message. It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.” The quotes seem to be endless. “Some day, and that day may never come, I will... Continue Reading →
Trying not to be “that guy”
I talk back to the screen. I question why the screen writer took the plot of the story in one way instead of another or why the character that we haven’t seen in two episodes has apparently come back from the dead. I throw up my hands in frustration. When the CIA officer in the... Continue Reading →

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