There she blows!!! We spent the first couple of hours moving up and down the coast snacking on guacamole and chips. We hadn’t seen a single whale and things didn’t look good. “We probably won’t see any whales today,” my daughter said. A minute later…
. . .What would you think? Who would you expect to have written it? Without resorting to Google, Yahoo, or your search engine of choice, read the following, then please post in the comments section who you think said this. In the interest of transparency,…
Her bath was spiked with water from the ocean, gathered for her in barrels by the one-legged captain. The captain was well know for both his seamanship and his romantic entanglements and she was freckled and fair and famous mostly for a profound lack of modesty, but a…
A Sixth Anniversary Redux (Email written less than six months after Katrina. Lest we forget how things were for thousands of us trying to take action in a void of all but insane planning committees.) A commission, unelected, refusing individual input from citizens, has been…
Okay, so we all love the Pogues. Tunes that get stuck in our heads and have us bopping around all day wanting to drink with friends and sing loudly. But somewhere an Ad Man is laughing.
Memory is such a boring word, but remembry sounds frenchy and exercises your mouth. Re-mem-bree. Say it out loud. Isn’t it fun? You know it is.
1. Sundry ships are crossing the seas, bringing us to the new wild shores. On each ship a cook, a baker, a captain, a whore. I swab the deck—wiping the footprints of each away in what I hope is a fluid and efficient motion….
A Short History of Why Good Stuff Happens to Bad People ONE David Simon, creator of The Wire and Treme, said in a recent interview with Bob Edwards that America is a “prisoner of short-term gain”. I thought this a most elegant summation of the…
Back on the Boat, again Around ten o’clock we packed ourselves up and headed down to the marina in Cabo San Lucas. If San José is peaceful, calm and relaxing, Cabo San Lucas is its evil twin. The place is a haven to tax-dodging rock-n-rollers…
I take trash to the street
like shift change
Two young skinny kids stood behind the table facing the judge. They were close in age, but little else. One was tall, skinny and dressed in a light blue J.C. Penny suit. The other was in orange coveralls. One was short and black with close-cropped…