My sister and I have differing views on many matters. There are topics we both know not to broach in each other’s company. Unlike our other surviving sibling (the brother alluded to a little higher up in this thread), neither she nor I go looking for disagreement for the sport of it. It’s a game...
I have a brother I wouldn’t have the time of day for if not for his being a brother.
He isn’t totally devoid of quasi-redeeming virtues. He isn’t much given to violence, I’m confident he loves his children and grandchildren, he remains devoted to our mother. Three of his four wives, including...
A trip to Wisconsin late last month, to attend the funeral of an uncle (he was worth the trip), had me rubbing elbows with people — relatives, mostly — I hadn’t seen in a decade or more.
One cousin, a woman a couple years younger than me, told me of her fears that the cancer that killed her...
I’ve been seeing signs at drive-thrus reading “PLEASE HAVE PAYMENT READY,” or words to that effect. And that’s just fine by me. It’s been a nearly lifelong annoyance of mine that so many people have so little regard for how their lollygagging wastes so many other peoples’ time.
I don’t think...
There was a time out Seattle way when it wasn’t unusual to see sports cars wearing truck plates parked in commercial vehicle spaces alongside downtown curbs. People found it quite convenient to park in those spaces near the front doors. Truck drivers were rightfully ticked off when they had to...
I fear we’ve been trained for shorter and shorter attention spans. People see a page of text and are intimidated by it.
I’m no exception, alas. I often jump from a book or magazine to my iPhone to the TV. For a several thousand word magazine piece to hold my attention it has to be exceptional...
A primary problem with online journalism had been that the barriers to entry were so low that the better stuff got drowned out in that s*** tsunami. But I maintain the perhaps naive hope that quality will make itself known and attract an audience and generate enough revenue that the talent will...
I’m acquainted with people who left newspaper and magazine work to become “spokespersons” for one business or government agency or another. I know another who became what we may as well call a ghostwriter.
It pays the bills, and the thrill of seeing one’s name on a byline wears thin, especially...
For the first time in my life my offer of help in moving a bunch of stuff (a truckload of rugs, in this case) was declined. The friend all but said I was too old and broken down for that kind of work.
The last time I moved I told myself it would be the last time I move.
It may work out that way, and it may not. But should circumstances have me relocating, I certainly won’t do it all myself, as I always did in the past. I can see myself boxing up my swag (I’d give myself at least a month to...
There’s an argument to be made for identifying with, and taking some measure of pride in, one’s place of origin and/or current home.
Still, I find myself occasionally annoyed but more often amused by people gloating over living where they do. Yes, it might be a lovely place, and a person has...
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If I were to take leave of my senses long enough to buy an old car in need of restoration I would hope that I wouldn’t be so loopy as for it to be anything more complicated than an old air-cooled VW. I could tackle that, if I had the garage space and the burning desire. I have neither.
Yeah, I get tempted too. But as I’ve observed before, the reason I can afford something like a car that, truth be known, is mostly a toy is because I don’t buy things like cars that are mostly toys.
And if I did own such a thing I fear it would come to own me. It would be another thing to...
I owned a few old air-cooled VW’s — a ‘58 Karmann Ghia (my first car); a ‘62 panel van (doors on both sides, Boeing Company surplus); a ‘66 window bus; and the ‘56 Beetle I alluded to above. This was when they were just used cars that could be had cheap. Today they’d likely fetch six figures...
Of all the cars I regret selling, my ‘56 VW Beetle tops the list.
Oval rear window, sunroof, semaphores, accelerator pedal was more like a wheel than what we think of as a pedal, no gas gauge (a lever you turned instead, to tap into the reserve when it got to sputtering).
I’ve looked online...
I never had any concrete aspirations for an adult career when I was a youngster (no realistic ones, anyway), and I’ve been somewhat less than specific in that regard ever since. And here I am at what we used to call “retirement age” and I’m still passing much of my time working, but I wouldn’t...
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I’m acquainted with a woman who has significant physical disabilities. She was quite excited when a fellow, an able-bodied man, asked her out on a date. Her fear was that she would have difficulty controlling her drooling.
It breaks my heart that people would belittle her on account of...
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