That “special” feeling.

I don’t know about others, but the journey through life can be terribly instructive. I just wish I would have learned some lessons earlier in life for they would have come in very handy. I always knew I was different. Since I can’t inhabit anyone...

The semi-colon.

My wild imagination runs on two parallel paths when it comes to my health. On the one, everything is just fine. On the other path, everything is going to hell in a handbasket and I’m moments away from drawing my last breath. Usually, my labs remind me that I am...

Growing older, but not up.

As we get older in this world, the news increasingly turns sour. No, I’m not talking about wars, pestilence, politics or the many whack jobs running around our world these days. I’m talking about the inevitable loss of the people we all know and love, the folks we...

The swan song.

This has taken a while to conjure up. It’s not easy to write about the loss of a person so important in your life that you find it hard to categorize his role. Mentor? Besty? Surrogate Father? I can’t even begin to put my dear friend and companion Bobby...

Happy Birthday’s Eve!

My birthday came and went yesterday. I spent it watching mindless TV. My main celebratory indulgence: Rhubarb Custard Pie for breakfast. Not the whole pie, mind you. Just a slice. Gone are the days when I would justify bad dietary behaviors by saying it was my...

A golden oldie?

In 2012, I returned to Washington State from my eight years of incarceration in Florida, doing my penance for trying to find love in all the wrong places. Retirement seemed like a dream back then. It was so far away. It’s what old people did, not something I...

The rearview mirror.

I am turning 65 soon. If I were a car I’d be in a museum. Or the junkyard. I’ve never been one to care much about the vehicles that carry me around in this world. I don’t think I’ve washed my car in over 10 years. I’ve done much better...

The unfriendly skies.

I used to enjoy flying. I took my first big trip in 1984. It was to the Cayman Islands. I was just 24. It was the first time I had ever been on a commercial jetliner. Since then, I have rarely lost my love of flying. Even in the middle of a hellacious thunderstorm on...

A Real “Dating” Problem.

Being a pirate isn’t easy, at least if you want to have what some people call a normal relationship. I have written here and there about my many misadventures in pursuit of love, including a book that chronicled all my exploits in often embarrassing detail. But...

Where the hell have you been?

That’s a question I often ask myself, now that the calendar has changed over from a virtual hell to one of promise and hope. I was going to originally add peace but we all know how the previous week has played out. My last RobZerrvation was just shy of one year...