Sunday, November 19, 2017


If you've been coming here for any appreciable length of time (which is a puzzler, but I appreciate your mental illness) then you know that I always refer to MY WIFE as MY WIFE; that is, in capital letters. It is a form of respect.

The Boston Herald, which I am proud to be published in, does not allow me to put MY WIFE in all capitals. Oh, well. They pay me, so I won't get all pouty about it. Otherwise, they are remarkably accommodating of my peccadilloes (and I'm not even married to them.)

Anyway, today's piece in the Herald is mostly about MY WIFE. You should click onto this link and go read it. As a bonus, there's a story about me being a dope. What more could you want? Before you do, though, here is a selection of photographs and/or caricatures of MY WIFE, just in case you want to picture her while you're reading my love letter.

(There'll be another link later, so you don't worry about scrolling back up. I'm always thinking of your ease and comfort! Note: these are not in chronological or even logical order. Enjoy the random love!)

Here's the link to the article, as promised. Thanks for stopping by!

Soon, with more better stuff.

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Thanksgiving Comes First

If you've been coming here for any appreciable length of time, you know what the headline is about. If not, you can find out by reading my piece in today's Boston Herald.

As always, I love you (unless you disagree with me, in which case I still love you but I don't have as much respect for you as I would have the other way around.)

Soon, with more better stuffing.

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

Extra! Extra! Read All About Something That Was Three Days Ago!

That's what my column that appeared in Sunday's Boston Herald was all about.

What a dope I am. I had a blog post all set to go on Sunday, pointing you toward that column, but I completely forgot to publish it. So, now's your chance to catch up on old news. Doy!

As always, thanks for reading (even if I got you over there two or three days late.) God bless you.

Soon (relatively speaking) with more better stuff.

Wednesday, November 01, 2017

Magazine Man Returns

If you scroll down and look at the left side of this blog, you'll see a sidebar headed "More Stuff To Read". In it, I have listed some of my favorite bloggers. At the top is a blurb reading...

The Best Stuff EVER On The Internet - An Inspiration To Me, As A Writer - Mostly Hilarious, Sometimes Touching, Always Excellent

Understand that I've kept that blurb, and the accompanying link, as the first on that list despite the author having not blogged in FOUR YEARS. That's how much I admire that person's talent. That's how much I want you to go there and read his stuff.

His nom de plume is Magazine Man, and his blog is Somewhere on the Masthead. And I'm happy to announce that he has a new entry available for reading. To say that I was pleased to see something new from him is like saying children are somewhat fond of Christmas. What I was, was rabidly overjoyed. I dove into it and devoured it. I hope you'll do the same.

(As I commented over there, the subject matter of his latest is not my favorite. However, as also noted, ANYTHING by him is a joy to read. I mean that. He could write about ancient Egyptian hydraulics and I'd hang on every word. His talent is immense and he should have been rendered fabulously wealthy by now because of it. So far as I know, though, he isn't a multi-millionaire and that's just another example of the inherent injustice of life.)

I strongly suggest you follow up your read of his latest by exploring his backlog. You'll be tied up for months and probably never visit me again (except to thank me for my having turned you on to him.) Your first follow-up should be In Which My Secret Origin As A Super-Villain Is Revealed, which pulls off the amazing feat of being both scary and outrageously hilarious at the same time. That piece was the first I ever read by him. I'm positive you'll find yourself scared for him, at first, and then laughing out loud a short time later. After that, go back to the beginning of his stuff and start reading forward. You'll be introduced to his family, his magnificently faithful dog, his adventures in self-injury, and all of the other things that made many of us hang on his every written word. Then, after a short while, you'll wonder why in hell his stuff is just sitting out here on a blog for free and some publisher hasn't done the right thing by offering him gazillions of dollars.

OK, I've said enough. Go, enjoy.

Soon, with more better stuff (but nothing better than what you're about to discover over there.)