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My grandfather was an architect. In 1960 he turned over his business to his “Madman” son, who’s charisma, design sense and need to be away from his family grew the firm greatly. My father drove a Jaguar XKE, and various BMWs to-and-from Manhattan to Connecticut, where he appeared for cocktails and weekend tennis. I vaguely…

So much for singing at nursing homes. After being shut down for three months, state guidlines requiring Airbnb guest screening, dry-cleaning and disinfecting destroyed it’s ease, fun and profit, so I called the guy who built our pool to see if he had any labor work. Suddenly Dave became his accountant/bookkeeper and I’m designing fiberglass…

Three nights ago I awoke thinking it was time to throw out my sex toys. We have weekly pickup around here but after watching the trash guys come across them, I was at my leather and lube table having a tag sale on the Titanic when I remembered, tag sales are a thing of the…

After laying awake all night, this morning I called a friend. While discussing worst case scenarios to air them out and… prepare, my sister who’s been sequestered in San Francisco called. Her tenant who lives downstairs emailed her this morning saying he has has a fever from the virus. He was tested yesterday. She’ll be…

Using an upcoming singing audition to probe soul-level wounds for signs of healing seemed a good idea. How else does one inspect the condition of lifelong scars? What if the thin skin grown while attending to other things conceals festering welts and boils? I’ve historically been drawn to exposing my vulnerabilities and rarely bite my…

We arrived at outpatient surgery around 11:30. By noon I was butt naked in a Johnny coat fiddling with my phone while Dave perused science magazines he’d brought to kill time. The weight of the last month was relieved. Finally, I was about to have the dreaded surgery. I’d fasted, enima’d, had an annoying headache…

Truth, once free as a lion, can no longer take care of itself. When facts are ruthlessly hunted, shot then stuffed full of lies, they appear real Speaking truth to power puts targets on our backs and between our eyes. When voting is rigged in favor of the poachers, what else can we effectively do?

When I arrived in Florida, my first singing gig was at at a well-run assisted living facility, but within months the once cheerful activity director divulged why she and half the staff of were abruptly leaving. The place had been bought by a corporation who’d taken over twelve other privately run “communities” statewide. Despite the…

An old friend texted me saying she was hurt by a recent post admitting my “boredom” lately with people and friendships. Forged young and desperate in boarding school, our mutual traumas were solid ground for an uncommon bond that’s lasted fifty years, so I apologized, then delved in further, hoping I wouldn’t make things worse.…