When I die, and everything I have seen thus far in life suggests this will happen, despite my best efforts to pretend that black-gowned bony fella with the scythe who keeps inching closer in my rear-view mirror is just a very persistent and poorly dressed itinerant wheat farmer with a moonlighting Amway gig, and everything …
Frankman
Ex newspaper editor/writer fella. Cultural crank. Spiritual dilettante. Music snob/music junkie. Family dude. Pet crazy. Craft-beer jerk. Coast craver. Short sometimes of fuse. Short always of fuel. Very tall on paper.
So after so much of this, for so long, I find myself forced to ask: Is there something about me that simply invites a certain kind of chaos? I went out early tonight to a concert, 18th-century European chamber music on period instruments, at a local gem called The Music House, on 5th Street just …
In the end, this may be my favorite picture ever of my father, dancing here with my mom, my angel, my mother. It says everything you need to know. Everything all of us who knew him should remember. At 9:46 p.m. yesterday, Frank “no middle initial” Rabey, the final child of Slavic immigrants rubbed out …
So the Affordable Care Act is back in the crosshairs, this time reportedly at the end of a very loaded gun – and all because a small vocal contingent of the Republican base keeps vomiting into gerrymandered Congressional ears in total willful ignorance of the dire consequences of ACA repeal. Meanwhile every left-leaning organization that’s …
Another outrageous act of terror, this time on foreign soil, in a lovely city of lovely people, a place I have always been so happy to have visited, in what now seems another lifetime ago. So in my trying to make sense of this new stupid waste of human life, I do not mean to …
WWJT. What would Jesus tip? Based upon my heretic’s reading of the Beatitudes, I’d figure, what, 20-25% easy? I guess it goes without saying that I don’t know Jesus … Sometimes some of us pause to wonder how we got Donald Trump as president. The answer is this cowardly human colostomy bag, this sanctimonious puddle …
So now it’s Venezuela, is it? Are you fucking kidding me? I’m reminded of a line from that 1979 redneck anthem “Family Tradition,” by the would-be-outlaw son of the iconic “So Lonesome” American troubadour who once set the standrd for country music as the people’s music, on which Sr.’s newly all-is-forgiven electric-geetar racist sire and …
So I was driving into work this morning, a little late, as a houseful of pets can make you, when I glimpsed something my brain pleaded with me not to see. It was Monday, stranded there beside the road, the sky ahead ominous with dark clouds, a big rain a-comin’. I rode on past, even …
Kittens. The plural of “kitten. To be more exact: kit·ten ˈkitn/ noun plural noun: kittens (see?) 1. a young cat (go with this definition; things go really wonky in No. 2). 2. stout furry gray and white moth, the caterpillar of which resembles that of the puss moth (again, No. 1; I know nothing of stout …
So we’ve actually reached the point where NASA feels it has to deny keeping kidnapped kids on Mars — on Mars! FYI: At its hypothetical closest, Mars is roughly 33.9 million miles away. And there ain’t no air up there. Or out there. Or, y’know, wherever there. The point that shouldn’t need making here is, …