Don’t Talk To Strangers. Not!

My son and I have the most wonderful conversations. As he grows older, it’s becoming more and more apparent that he has my odd sense of humor and gift of observation. It was he who brought up how creepy children’s shows are today. He particularly dislikes...

Hey, They’re Just Rules.

My friends love to chide me about the sliding scale I have regarding rules. I have some rules that I follow very rigidly. And there are others, ones that some people would call laws, that I don’t follow at all. I don’t profess that there’s any logic...

All The World’s A Stage, And I Am Very Afraid.

A couple weeks ago I did something I thought I would have never done. I went to open mike night. I know, I know. Big deal, right? I’ve been performing on stage for 35 years now, so what’s one more performance? I thought the same thing. I had gone the week...

Baseball, Schmaseball.

I know that baseball is America’s game, but I won’t have anything to do with it. And while I could endlessly quote George Carlin on the many reasons why baseball is a total bore, I can only give my own experiences. First, I must admit that I am a football...

Happy Unniversary To Me…

With my fifth unniversary at hand, I thought it appropriate to tell the tale of my pirate marriage to the last ex-whatever, you know, the pretend one. This is an excerpt from my upcoming book, Memoirs of a Buccaneer: My 30 Years Before the Mast, which is due out in...

Excuse Me, That’s A Breach Of Piddle Etiquette.

I was down in Jupiter last Saturday to see Captain Ringo and help him usher in his birthday, which was July 4. It was a nice little soiree, with stilt walkers, break dancers, great music, beer and treasure. How can you go wrong? Of course, with vast amounts of beer in...

Yoiks And Away!

As I’ve noted in past RobZerrvations, I lost my brother Jon when I was just 14. To use his own vernacular, it was a real “bummer.” Even though we had grown up together, being 10 years older than I, we weren’t really close for much of our...

My First Smooch.

As a young man growing up in the free-loving 60s, I certainly was a bit of a dweeb. I really liked girls, all the way back to the 3rd grade when I had my first crush, Joleta Cutler. She doesn’t remember me in the least but I certainly remember her. I was...

I Hear That Train A Coming.

Like most of you, I have watched the economy sputter along for several years now. And while we would love to blame the president or Congress for all our woes, according to leading economists, it’s not their fault, but in some respects ours. Now, before any of my...