The year between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I got a job at The Grand Diner that was, without a doubt, the best job I ever had. Learned life skills there that I use to this very day.
Like a Deer In Your Headlight
I have an old car.
How old?
Not Friday night cool classic car show in town old, more like ‘why doesn’t that car have any hubcaps?’ old.
The Big Chill Is Gone
Everyone has a favorite movie, and throughout our life, the movie itself never changes.
Or does it?
Ten-Nine-Eight-Seven
I was exhausted. I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared ahead and it looked like the walls were breathing. I fell back, but was too tired to sleep. This was a horrible day.
The funny thing is, looking back at that weekend now, this would be the good day.
Like Goodfellas, But With a Cat (Goodfelines?*)
It was a dark and stormy night.
Actually, it was a beautiful sunny Monday afternoon when my brother, my sister, and myself dug a grave.
'Ex Marks The Spot' Now Availabe on Amazon in Paperback
My ex-wife, Arlene, and I have a very good relationship. Always wondered if we stayed together, would we have made it through the tough times and ended up in a good place.
Let me hand out this spoiler alert…
...the night before my wedding day, I thought, ‘How bad can this be?’
How bad indeed.
When You Were Born You Broke The Mold, Then Broke It Again
I am amazed that siblings growing up in the same house could be so different from one another. My daughter, Amanda, my sons, Alexander and Danny, may share a common genetic code, but that’s about it. You can tell they are related but I knew watching them grow up, they weren’t the same.
It's All In The Cards
There are two ways your day can go...
Man (me) Tells His Craziest Psychic Reading
After a reader, Matt, read my blog post about psychics, he asked if I would record something for his You Tube Channel ‘Echoes of Clarity’.
Jameson!
It's not about the whiskey.
Hot Today, Chili Tomorrow
My youngest son is a really good cook.
He must get that from his mother because the last thing I want (nor can) do is cook.
Hold Me Closer, Chubby Dancer
I am not a dancer.
I do not Tango, Swing, Modern, Folk, Tap, Samba, Rumba, Jazz, nor Ballet dance.
I have been known to pirouette once in a while, but never on purpose.
Trying To Meet Women The Old-Fashioned Way
I'm not sure why women would give me their numbers, even unsolicited on my part. When they do, and I reach out, why do they not return my calls?
The Simple Move That Ruined a First Date
In the early part of my online dating experience, when I was not quite a novice, but yet to achieve a Master's Degree in the art of finding love on the Internet, I met ChampagneLady58.
When It Was Just Called Joe
We used to live in simpler times when you could waltz into a diner, drop a quarter on the counter, and say...
“Coffee, please.”
My Nose Knows It Blows
I avoid going to my doctor, or any doctor for that matter, because how dare they try to keep me alive.
I Really Hope God Has a Sense of Humor
For those of us who grew up in the sixties and seventies, and from an Italian household, our parents thought it was their duty to send us all to Catholic school to be taught by the nuns.
Gee, thanks.