“The older you get, I have to say, the funnier you find life. That’s the only way to go. If you get serious about yourself as you get old, you are pathetic.” The quote above is from Diana Rigg, the actress, born 1938, died 2020. I found it in the New York Times on Monday,
Hey, 2020. Here’s your hat. What’s your hurry? I think the sentiment is universal. Perhaps even interplanetary. Most of us can’t wait for 2020 to be over. I know I can’t. What a year! A devastating pandemic, a Presidential impeachment, Giuliani’s hair dye bomb, transition chaos, and a toilet paper shortage. Can things get much
Hanukkah, the Festival of Lights, arrived at sundown on Thursday, December 10th. No complaints this year about the holiday arriving too early or late. In my humble opinion, it arrived at the best possible moment. The eight nights of candle-lighting, ending on December 18th, along with the lights of Christmas, illuminate the longest
Today is blog day. But more importantly, it also happens to be my 40th wedding anniversary, and I have decided to honor the occasion with an essay. So what you’re about to read will be a little bit funny, a little bit serious, a little bit sentimental, and the rest of it downright mushy! Given
With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, I have been contemplating my table setting. Some of the usual adornments shall remain the same. I will order a lovely floral centerpiece. I also plan on bringing out the special china reserved for such holidays, as well as the party silverware, even though the pieces require hand
So there I was, 9:30 in the morning, indulging in my guilty pleasures -- a second cup of coffee and my second crossword puzzle. As I filled in 13 Across -- a four-letter word expressing sorrow -- the proverbial light bulb flashed. Now there's a fine word, I thought. Why does no-one say 'alas' any
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Hey! I'm talkin' to you. I'm from Brooklyn. And being from Brooklyn, I know a thing or two about bagels. And I'm tellin' you that these days a decent bagel is hard to find. Oh sure, there is no shortage of bagel establishments, but by and large, with large being the operative word here, the
"I've been clean for four days," my friend blurts out as we're walking our dogs in the park. "Wait! What?" is my shocked response. "I'm your best friend and you never confided in me that you had an addiction problem. What is it, drugs, alcohol?" "No," she says, "the news, I've given up the news."
If, like I am, you are an insatiable watcher of cable news and other panel shows, then you, too, have been invited into the homes of the Talking Heads. Thanks to the magic of Zoom and its ilk, it's no longer necessary for the various experts to appear at the studios of CNN, MSNBC, Fox
