Twas the morn before Christmas, when all through my ‘hood Not a creature was stirring, ah, the silence was good The CDs are stacked by our chimney with care My roommate’s an atheist; there’s no room to spare His child isn’t here, so I sprung from my bed, While visions of this post danced in

Two years ago today may have been the shortest day of 2019 for the world at large, but for me it turned out to be the longest day of my life.  And almost my last. Two days previously, as I was packing up my office at Sony for a holiday move down the hall, I

As 2021 starts to wind down, I’ve got what will likely be my final in-person sporting event on tap today when I attempt to watch my beloved but depleted New York Football Giants attempt to take on the Los Angeles Chargers at still-spanking new SoFi Stadium.  ‘ When I purchased the tickets last spring, I

As Thanksgiving and Chanukah approach and Christmas looms right behind, and particularly after the year we’ve all had to endure, there’s a collective need to find solace and refuge in family.  For as much as friendship and even a spouse can fill a void, there is nothing quite more nurturing in my opinion than the

A year ago we were in the deep throes of a pandemic lockdown and isolation.  Personally, I was mired in the additional challenges of lack of work, financial uncertainty and an uncertain living situation that was only beginning to reach the tsunami level of a storm that was soon to boil over.  But one year

I’m old school enough to be a rabid baseball fan, so 2020 was a particularly unsettling year for me in that regard.  For the first time since 1966, I failed to attend a live professional baseball game in person.  For as much as last year was a challenge for the world and for me personally,

Yesterday I did a little food shopping.  I bought a few staples at Pavilion’s, early in the morning to optimize time waiting in line but dodging delivery people, boxes of items being loaded onto the shelves and not having access to an available manager to ask questions about anything new that caught my eye that

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. Tomorrow I have a post-operative checkup with the surgeon who repaired a ventral hernia at the end of last month, the third time in 21 months I was put under anethesia.  The experience was a damn sight better than the first time, when I

My best friend is named Bob Boden. He has been since a fateful September 9, 1974 when your author was stumped on a tough mixed-up word in the daily newspaper Jumble game that to this day occupies several minutes of my time to solve every morning. A few weeks ago I couldn’t honestly write those