It has taken me some time to acknowledge and even longer to confess, that I am a drunk. Not a grocery-cart pushing or a bar-habituating, chronic alcoholic, but a functioning, seemingly normal old-retired-guy kind of drunk. I don’t know where the boundary is between social drinking and out-and-out alcoholism, but I’m sure I’ve crossed it.…

Somehow over the past few months and without any conscious intent I’ve become a vicious killer. How did this happen? I’ve always thought of myself as a live-and-let-live sort of guy; a guy with little or no malice toward any of the creatures I share this planet with. My transition to the dark side began…

Radio-talk-show host, Don Imus, lost his job when CBS and MSNBC buckled under the pressure from the two self-appointed leaders of our black community. Imus’s career hit the wall when he uttered three racially inappropriate words on his simulcast talk show. Imus’s producer was describing, in politically incorrect terms, how tough the tattooed Rutgers women’s…

I retired without a clue as to where we were going to live. All we knew was it wasn’t where we were living at the time. Our house sold quickly, so we had to find something fast. After many years of owning homes we were apartment hunting again. We made dates with a couple of…

Damn it’s hot. My wife and I are well into our second day of sweating through the Sonoran desert in our VW Beetle when we catch our first glimpse of the Sea of Cortez. A sea doesn’t belong here: it is completely out of place in this barren wasteland; a sea with beaches, sea weed,…

I am an asshole. Sure, there are lots of them around and many are more so than me, but I’m one just the same. I’ve tried hard to identify those things that put me in this oh-so-common category of older folks. Assholes generally come in two basic age groups; teenagers who don’t know anything and…