For the first time EVER…the Survivor I wanted to win actually won. AND, he was the most deserving! Congratulations, Fireman Tom. You rocked my world and can carry me out of a burning building any day! And after 16 weeks…
After-school special
On any trip to an Atlantic City casino, you gain increased exposure to what I insensitively call the “wheelchair and oxygen” crowd. The senior citizens. The oldsters. Spending the money that’s deducted from my paycheck each week. They are slow….
Hard eight
As per Mom’s wishes, this afternoon was spent at the Borgata. Again. (The gambling gene runs straight up my Mom’s branch of the family tree…we are unrepentant.) I had a twenty dollar bill to play with. I was going to…
Thor-less, Day 3
(whew…cleaning up after parties is hard work!) My dear Thor, Tihs time tomorrow you’ll be just about home. Things are good. The house hasn’t been taken over by carnies, the cupboard actually has some food in it, and the dog…
Open Letter to Thor, day 2
My dear God of Lightning… The house still stands. The wife is well fed. However, I seem to be catching another cold. (I’m sicker than the geriatric population these days) I’ve put aside the juvenile Queen of the House dressup…
Open Letter to Thor – Day 1
My dear God of Lightning, And so you are home, visiting your parents down in Dixieland. Which makes me totally alone in the house until late Saturday night. Well, with Max. And the cats. And a Smith & Wesson. But…
