Ain’t Karma Is A Bitch?

As I drove to my parent’s nursing home after my workout, whatever invigoration I’d earned from my morning exercise seemed to be swiftly leaking out of my body. I needed coffee.  Pulling into a 7-11, I gathered up the remains of my post workout meal – a protein shake...

Middle-Aged Prickliness

I like the gym I go to. They keep it clean; the equipment is well maintained, the staff friendly and they have a nice juice bar if your body needs a post-workout caramel flavored protein macchiato shake. I also like the variety of people who go there – old, young and,...

Two Time Loser

Since my sister-in-law was joining us for our weekend sojourn to Pennsylvania, I was ashamedly forced to ascertain the cleanliness of my car. Like most parents of a tender tyke, the interior of my fine Japanese ride was littered with the detritus of childhood; empty...

Diagnostic Moment 

We were driving home from Pennsylvania when the low gas indicator on my dashboard began flashing.  “We need gas,” I told my wife.  “How many miles are left in the tank?” she asked. Using a switch on the steering wheel, I called up the diagnostics on my car’s...

007

My daughter and I were watching a James Bond flick when she said, “Why do all the girls want to kiss this guy?”  “Why do you think?” I said.  “Cause he’s handsome?”  “Maybe.”  “But then he goes and murders people.”  Shaking my head at...

Writing In Invisible Ink

“Hi,” the man said, extending his hand. “My name is Robert. But you can call me Bob.”  “Hi Bob,” I said, taking the man’s hand. “My name’s Stephen.” “You’re the new couple’s son.”  “That’s right.”  “How are they fitting in?”  “So far, so...

Flair

A while back, the 50’s themed restaurant in my town sponsored a contest – be the best dressed child in Eisenhower era fashions and win a free ice cream sundae for a month. My wife was all over it. “We’re gonna win,” she said. “Just watch.”   I’m sure you...

The Rescue of Life

“Why did grandma and grandpa have to move here?” my daughter asked as we drove out of the parking lot of my parents’ new assisted living facility.  “Mom and dad can no longer live by themselves,” I said. “Why not?”  “They’re old and need lots of help....

Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned

A couple of days ago, my wife texted me an article about a restaurant in California that hired a fake “priest” to hear the confessions of their waitstaff in order to uncover suspected wrongdoings by their workers. They got busted and were fined $140,000 to punish them...

I Prefer Humans

  My cart loaded with eggs for the food pantry, I made my way to the checkout area where, to my dismay, I found only two flesh and blood cashiers while the rest of my fellow shoppers were using the self-checkout gizmos. I hate those things.  The lines for the...