I drive a full size van. No, I won’t help you move. It’s long as an Amtrak and colored metallic bronze with dark-tinted windows. We call it the Bronze Bullet. When folks see me opening its door, their faces often betray a quizzical look, now well-known to me, whereby they assume I’ve got a huge family […]Continue Reading
Science Fair Project – Do cats always land on their feet?
This was a science fair project I did a while back with the kids. It was an attempt to help them understand the scientific method and make it fun. Well, heaven forbid science be fun. It got my daughter sent to the principal’s office. I’d slipped it into the competition unannounced, completely unaware that some cat-lovers are humor-impaired. Apparently, a few judges didn’t […]Continue Reading
Bureaucrats and Speeding Tickets
Many times I’ve gripped the steering wheel of my idling car on a summer weekend, trying to make a left turn onto Rt 13, odd-colored license plates from out-of-state drivers flashing by at Mach 2, horn beeping behind me from an impatient motorist wanting their turn at bat, wondering why I don’t risk my life […]Continue Reading
Today I shed IQ points fast as a black lab getting rid of a winter coat – not that I had many to spare. There they were, lying on the floor of the doctor’s office waiting room, begging for mercy, melting away like the Wicked Witch of the West after Dorothy doused her in water. […]Continue Reading
Goths, Hookers, and Busch Gardens
People from the city are funny. I mean funny in the most sincere, honest, condescending manner my shallow heart can muster. I think it’s the toxic air, or maybe the heat from all the concrete. I was reminded of this recently while taking our kids on the yearly pilgrimage to Busch Gardens. Busch Gardens is […]Continue Reading