My ten-year-old daughter had a bad day and wanted to vent about it. We ad-libbed a blues song.
Category: Pleasures
Observations from reviewing 11 years of sporadic personal blogging.
A song about monster trucks.
This lullaby idea came to me way back in 2013—almost two years before Donald Trump had even announced his candidacy for President.
I won a television in a contest that I did not know I had entered.
About once a week, as I am pedaling my bike up a long hill that goes by the local stadium, I will stop and treat myself to a pizza at Au Stade. It’s on my way …
I brought my ukulele to the Royal Palace of Antananarivo. The tour guides and souvenir hawkers were curious to hear it and play it. So I let them.
When the prince and the princess from The Princess and the Pea go out of town for a weekend getaway, I figure it looks something like this.
I just went up and down the entire main street in my neighborhood saying “Meese pants” over and over again. Exhibit A: Edwin Meese wearing pants The errand started with me going from shop to shop …
The kind of skinny dog who survives on scraps and garbage. Someone had given her a good portion of a fish, and life was good.