Yes, that’s right. Exam over. Fawcett’s back y’all.
So I got arrested again. It happens now and then. It’s a strange thing getting arrested. Here is how the most recent one occurred:
My lady and I are having dinner. A hole-in-the-wall sushi restaurant in Soho that a friend recommended. It’s delicious. We’ve each had a couple beers […]
William Burroughs once commented that the Paul Bowles autobiography Without Stopping should really have been entitled Without Telling.
I am sure that I was not the only one in the live studio audience of The Bachelor: Rome – The Women Tell All to have been thinking about this and looked forward to asking the ten rejected […]
A couple of weeks ago a friend sent me a link to this YouTube video, with a note: “This reminded me of you. Or your dad I guess.”
If you don’t want to watch it (it’s the usual Kids in the Hall goofiness), here’s a synopsis: Having quit his job as a lawyer, Dave Foley comes […]
My Friend the Spy is a Great Whatsit serial. It is a true story (save for the author’s pseudonym), told in weekly installations. Part I. Part II. Part III.
From the previous episode: “Oh! That reminds me!” he said. “There’s another writer that’s coming to talk to me on Wednesday. Another writer – imagine that! You’ve […]
For me, being in control of Thanksgiving is synonymous with adulthood.
To some degree, my family of origin determined this association. The young’uns sat at the kids’ table in the other room until deemed old enough (or enough of your aunts and uncles hadn’t shown up at your grandmother’s house) that you were invited to eat […]