In 1983 or ’84 – I don’t remember which – I was in an elevator, riding to the top of the Sears Tower in Chicago. How I wound up there is basic: family vacation. I was a teenager…
Soul Sparks
This month. Hmm. I was going to start this post with dark thoughts. Thoughts about all but giving up on my country. Thoughts about being ashamed of people who’ve chosen to forfeit their moral compasses. Thoughts about…
Chairman of the Boards
Mr. Moses Malone passed away this weekend, and that news reminded me of a one-time interaction with the man (posted previously here). If you’re 8 and you’re told someone is 60, you wonder how they’ve managed to…
I Used To Be Young
Have you ever found yourself at a show, watching the crowd around you dance and exert more energy than you can possibly muster? And even though you’re into the band, all you can do it sit in the…
Lost and Found – Rocky Horror
As Mister and I slowly unpack, we’re finding more and more goodies once thought to be lost. (We’re finding a lot of trash, too, but that hardly merits mentioning.) One of our fab finds has been a…
So Many Possibilities…
“White. A blank page of canvas. His favorite. So many possibilities.” Sunday in the Park With George music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim, book by James Lapine Ah, the New Year. Once again it is shining before…
The Vapors
Yesterday I was driving around town and passed a high school. Out there on the football field, scores of kids were running laps. The thing about yutes is they’re young. Forgive me for stating the obvious (and…