Screwed without A Kiss

was a rough thing to accept twenty years ago; and is no easier today. Or maybe it is? After all, I'm older and more accepting and grateful - to still be here. Or is it something else? complacency? burn out? hopelessness? Here's the story My favorite intellectual, Robert Wright, just posted a reflection and look … Continue reading Screwed without A Kiss

Birthdays

Today is my brother's 74th birthday. That's him, upper right. That's me upper left. The year was 1984. That's our father with the stovepipe hat and fake mustache. Also in the picture are our wives and children (including my two step-children). We're all 37 years older, except for our mother and father. They're diseased. There … Continue reading Birthdays

Father’s Day: five years later

Does it get any easier - the loss of the father? Short answer: no. Father's Day is a commercial ploy to make money. These days, what isn't? Nevertheless, the fatherĀ isĀ important. Because without him none of us would be here. My father was both a complicated and simple man. Simple because he was basically what a … Continue reading Father’s Day: five years later

Creeping Toward Oblivion

is what I'm doing. All of us are (even the 1%). We resist and seek relief - honestly or dishonestly. Knowingly or unknowingly, consciously or unconsciously. We do this passively or actively via self-promotion with the goal being self-preservation. The Avenue or path, or road, are many. And our unique journey will vary. It could … Continue reading Creeping Toward Oblivion