Could anything be wurst?

What’s up with aqua-suspension massage tanks at the mall? For the seductive price of $9.99, you’re inserted face down and fully dressed into the bottom half of a huge torpedo-shaped glass chamber and onto the…

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“That’s fine with me.” What’s with that?

Have you ever noticed how often the word “fine” is used as the default response to some of life’s most significant situations?  “How are you doing today?” “Fine.” “I’m moving out.” “Fine.” “How are you feeling about losing…

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Things are looking up.

There’s a reason why the best things in this world, are not of this world’s things. The sky is limitless. When I was an 8-year-old kid, I would spend endless hours chasing the sky from my…

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Bread and butter me up, please.

  The other day I overheard two women saying “Bread & Butter” as they walked around either side of a slate-colored concrete stantion on the sidewalk. Their casual comment triggered memories about my family, where superstitions were super-sized…

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Blah, blah, blahg.

“Please read my new blogs.” “Please like my blogs.” “Please follow my blogs.” “NEVER ask people to read, like or follow your blog.” According to Tumblr, as of April 2018 it is estimated that there are 409 million registered blog…

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Born to be…guilty.

Born in 1951, I’m the by-product of parents from the Bronx New York tribe. When I reached communication age (mostly muttering “Huh?” and “Wha?”), they disclosed the “You’re-a-Jew” essentials. We are God’s chosen people…

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“6822”

  6822: Part 1 (1956) Summer storms attacked Texas flatlands vengefully and without warning. This Dallas afternoon—playing alone in our front yard—was no different. I was pursued by five Apache warriors on painted ponies: coyote-yelping, bows and…

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“No thanks, I’m stuffed.”

I relieved myself today in the Dazbog Coffeehouse at the corner of 9th and Downing. Having walked  over an hour on the splendid, greening, crisp spring Denver day, urgency struck. With a snap-pea sized bladder, I was grateful some…

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