Can Someone Get Me A Caddy?

I went shopping a few weeks ago. Yes, this is a rarity for me, as I don’t typically like to shop in an environment where I may actually buy something. Send me to a local mall on a shopping mission and I will come home empty handed. Send me to a junk or antique...

Skating On Thin Ice.

I learned recently that the Valley Drive In had closed unceremoniously last fall to make way for another retail and residential development; the continued gentrification of the Kent Valley. This is the same process that claimed Longacres oh, so long ago to make way...

Welcome Back Cotter.

A friend of mine asked recently if I knew what a cotter pin was. I guess most guys do. Apparently all women don’t. Sure, they know a safety pin, a bobby pin and perhaps if they are old enough, a fraternity pin. But a cotter pin? Not sure if that’s part of...

Dog-Gone.

I have been preparing my book of RobZerrvations, pulling out the best of 2011 and putting them into book form. One of the stories that made the cut (there are 267 to choose from) was a story of the Big Mook, my beagle Jasper. In editing the story, I noticed that I had...

The Attack Of The Teen Zombies.

Not too long ago, I wrote about Zombees. Yes, those whacked out bees who have been eaten alive from the inside out by flies who have acquired a taste for bee meat, turning ordinary bees into crazed, hollowed out zombies of the air. The whole zombie problem has seemed...

Trick Or Die.

I have to hand it to the Chinese. Why waste a bunch of money firing nuclear missiles at us, setting off World War III when you can just knock us off one at a time, starting with our children. The vile plot came to light a couple days ago. U.S. Customs agents spotted...

Up A Tree Without A Paddle.

Like most boys, I loved having a treehouse. Our first one was a rather straightforward affair. Well, not exactly straightforward. As we know by now, my father never did anything the simple way. His idea was to bring home a pre-fab treehouse. He had scammed an old...

A Nike With A Helluva Kick.

Being a kid in the 1960s was really wonderful. I kind of feel sorry for the kids today who are growing up in a much different time. Perhaps it feels the same to them, but there isn’t as much mystery and awe as there was when I was young. After all, it was the...

Unpopular Mechanics

I have never been, nor will I ever be a mechanical savant. I know my limitations, and while my brothers could build a working car out of some sawdust and two screws, I can barely follow the directions found in an IKEA box. It’s not that I don’t try. I...

Keeping It All On Line.

Growing up in a family of all boys exposes you to a lot of macho pursuits. There was always something going on at the Zerr house, from slot car races to a real stock car that had a tendency to burst into flames unexpectedly whenever my brother took it for a test drive...