White Knuckle Season is Upon Us
Every August, I turn into two things I never trained for. A meteorologist and an actuary. I watch the spaghetti models. I do the math in my head. Is the…
Every August, I turn into two things I never trained for. A meteorologist and an actuary. I watch the spaghetti models. I do the math in my head. Is the…
Why am I sitting on the grass near the driveway of our rented beach house? Why is my leg partially, and dangerously, under my grandson's pickup truck? Why is he…
Well, how 'bout a freakin' garbage disposal that clogs up and backs water up in the adjacent sink. Ergo. Can't use the dishwasher. Sheeit. Beach week is over. Time to…
For close to an hour we drove through horizontal, heavy rain, thunder, lightning, and roads we could barely see. White knuckling it on the way back from Orangeburg. Is there…
Is there such a thing? Amtrak says so and my wife, myself and my grandson, Josh, age 9 rode from Charleston, SC to NYC round trip in one back in…
The show was outstanding. Every performer on that stage earned the standing ovation they got. I just couldn't give them a proper one. At eighty-seven, with a potful of arthritis,…
Ever strike up a conversation with a perfect stranger and find out you have a connection that seems impossible to be just a coincidence? Happened to me this morning. You…
Happy Birthday, My Love June 12. You know what I was doing three days ago, sixty-two years back? I was in my apartment, right here in Charleston, wearing my loudest…
I always say life is a sitcom. Well, I think I found my set. Lucky for me, there's a coffee shop not far from my apartment here in Charleston. My…
There’s a list I carry in my head. People I’ve seen. People I’ve touched. People I watched on a stage and never forgot. A New York kid who ended up…