My Tribute To Baby Boomer Robin Williams

My Tribute To Baby Boomer Robin Williams

There’s nothing that says mortality like when someone of your generation dies.

Robin Williams is gone, and if you don’t know that it’s because you’ve been deeply engrossed in America’s Got Talent, Cops or Hardcore Pawn. (Yes, that’s a real name of a reality show but don’t ask me what it’s about because I don’t do reality shows.)

So Williams is dead and you know what that means, don’t you? Continue reading

Tricky Dick Reconsidered

Tricky Dick Reconsidered

Say the name, Richard Milhous Nixon and the words that come to mind are probably these:

Tricky Dick

“I’m not a crook.”

Watergate.

That’s how it’s been for me, and though the Watergate scandal was so named, after the classy hotel where it all began, the “-gate” part of the name has come to signify just about any scandal–Benghazigate, Nipplegate, Bridgegate and so on. Back in the 1990s, there was even a “Monicagate,” and I’m pretty sure you know what that was about. Continue reading

Camp Life: Monsoon Summer

Camp Life: Monsoon Summer

He came back! I was practically crying, so happy was I to see beautiful, soaking wet Lucas. He drew his face down to me so I could wrap my arms around his neck. Using all his weight, he managed to stand firmly in place. This allowed me to grab on to him, and slowly… Continue reading

Camp Life: Breaking Curfew

Camp Life: Breaking Curfew

Lucas walked purposely thorough the brush, about 20 feet ahead. It was pitch dark and ridiculously late, and I could barely make out his outline in the dim moonlight. Luckily, he moved neither too fast, nor too slow. Rather, his pace was measured and deliberate, so as to give yours truly a chance to catch up. After all, I didn’t know these woods as well as he and I certainly wasn’t as attuned to my surroundings. Continue reading

Miscreants & Wise Guys

Miscreants & Wise Guys

Part 3 of Camp Life (Warning: Explicit Language) All points lead to hell and there’s no escape, that’s for sure. And it’s especially true of my time at Camp Prison-Shit, because, dammit, we were in wild country, where anything can … Continue reading