If reading a sentimental slob’s account of the passing of his beloved pet upsets you, please consider yourself warned. My cat, Osborn the Magnificent, died on August 11. He had just turned 19 on July 14, Bastille Day.
I have two birthdays to celebrate today: Bastille Day turns 232, and Osborn the Magnificent, my cat, turns 19.
This year, I think, I won’t succumb
To Hallmark Dad’s-Day rhetoric.
May’s milestones include May Day itself, which is also Labor Day in Mexico; the National day of Prayer and, probably little-known to non-Muslims, Eid al-Fitr, which is the conclusion of the month-long dawn-to-dusk fast of Ramadan and a test of your pronunciation skills. Sometimes, “sound it out” is woefully inept advice.
My daughter—writer-director-singer-actress-publisher Jessica Laskey—turns 35 tomorrow. This happens to be the same age her mom and I were when she was born on Easter Sunday in 1986, completely upsetting our brunch plans.
As we’ve learned, I’m a dinosaur who just happens to wear pants and has a mortgage.
Examples: I have a desk calendar (paper) and don’t enter any appointments in my cellphone. When people send me meeting confirmations in Outlook, they show up on my computer as completely blank messages, possibly because I don’t use Outlook. This also explains why I’ve never won the Lottery. I’ve never bought a ticket.
The head of research for The Goldman State, Delve S. Presley, reports there have been two semi-positive things that have emerged from the pandemic:
1. When you wear a mask people can’t tell if you’re smirking.
2. Whining has been trimmed by at least 73 percent in the United States. Delve admits this is anecdotal, and largely confined to his immediate family.
As a kid, I had enough Jewish classmates at Public School 106 in the Bronx to make celebrating Hanukkah every December seem like nothing out of the ordinary. At that age, the glue that bound Christian and Jewish kids wasn’t world understanding: it was comparing holiday gift hauls.
The Package Conspiracy: Thou Shalt Not Open Stuff EasilyAs gift exchanging holidays approach, some words of cautionBy Ed Goldmanonspiracy theorists unite! Unless I'm exaggerating, which I wouldn’t do in a billion years, there's a worldwide effort...
Growing up, I always associated daytime television with being ill. Yet in spite of some drawbacks—my feeling rotten, my mom’s insistence on vacuuming my bedroom floor at what seemed like two-hour intervals, the TV shows, and even old movies—staying home from school was pretty sweet.
