Facebook: My Virtual Office.

I was trying to enjoy the musical Buddy Holly at my local theater last week. No, this isn’t the Buddy Holly Story with a channeled Gary Busey. It was local professional theater. During intermission, I checked in on Facebook and there was a post from my friend...

Churn It Up And Churn It Out!

When I was a young budding journalist, I remember going on a high school field trip to the Seattle Post Intelligencer. This was back when they were still downtown and the big world globe shone brightly on the bustling streets of Seattle. You could literally soak in...

Who Am I?

I don’t know if you’ve ever watched “Who Do You Think You Are?” on NBC on Friday nights, but it’s pretty interesting. Celebrities retrace their roots and discover all sorts of interesting stories about where they came from and who they...

I Think I’m Dead On Here!

I don’t really remember when the thought first occurred to me that I’m not long for this world. Not that I’m going to kick the proverbial bucket anytime soon. Blessedly, I, like many of us, have no idea when the exact time will be that I will need to...

I-I-I Don’t Love A Parade!

A few days ago I mentioned my loathing of parades. It may make me appear to be something of a curmudgeon. While this is certainly deserved in some other cases, my lack of love for parades comes from a lifetime of experience. I was six when I was in my first parade. It...

What’s It With Hotels?

I was enjoying a shower in my Super8 cube when the hilarity of hotels came to mind. Now granted, the Super8 isn’t top of the line. But I’ve also spent time in some amazing five star luxury resorts and the story always seems to be the same. As we enter the...

Does Anybody Know What Time It Is?

Time is an odd thing and yet we’re all consumed by it. Jim Croce wanted to put it into a bottle. H.G. Wells wanted to travel through it with the machine he created. Tony and Doug entered into it through a Tunnel on TV in the 1960s. And for the vast majority of...

Tom Tom Must Die!

When I was young, I knew about Tom Tom. He was the piper’s son. One day he stole a pig, and away did run. But Tom Tom must die. I don’t mean Tom Tom. He was just hungry. If I was him, I would have stolen a pig, too. I’m referring to the worst...

Who Stole The American Spirit?

When I was just a wee little lad, I remember a president who set a huge goal that we should send a man to the moon and return him safely before the decade was out. In just seven years, we did it. 400,000 Americans combined forces to achieve what some would say is the...

Singalongs For My Generation

At the Bryn Mawr last night, I was having a great time performing. As I did my Medley, it suddenly occurred to me that my generation, The Boomers, are in real trouble. There I was, singing “Five foot, two, eyes of blue . . .” when the thought crossed my...