Julie Virga tells me she’s noticed that since COVID changed our way of life, she has the freeways all to herself during the week (everyone’s working at home) but almost certainly encounters gridlock there on the weekends, when everyone is stir-crazy and desperate to go somewhere, anywhere.
While the slogan for Delta Airlines is “We’re ready when you are,” the mega-carrier apparently thinks you should get ready a bit faster—especially if you’re taking up space for more than three hours in their “club lounge.”
Don’t you find that the continuous commentary about Joe Biden’s age is getting a bit, well, old?
A few days after Jenna Abbott was hired to fill a position created expressly for her, her new bosses sent her packing.
If you ever go to the website for St. John’s Shelter for Real Change, and you’re given the standard cyber option, by all means, ACCEPT ALL COOKIES!
My brother Stuart would have turned 76 tomorrow but instead, in his early 50s, lost a battle to Hepatitis C, which morphed into cirrhosis.
It would be appropriate punishment to force anyone who thinks Millennials are a lazier-than-thou cohort to spend a week shadowing Jason Wong.
This month is my 52nd anniversary of being a professional writer. Please note that in this reference “professional” merely indicates I’ve been paid to do it; it’s not a self-lauding of the writing’s quality.
Oscar Wilde once said, “A cynic is a man who knows the price of everything, and the value of nothing.” True enough—but what if that person weren’t a man, weren’t a cynic and actually knew both the price and the value of something? She might be Sylvia Fitzgerald.
Welcome to Randomonium, my semi-regular presentation of multi-tasking topics. Please don’t confuse this with my other semi-regular omnibus column, Quibbles & Bits, which, as you can tell at a glance, is spelled quite differently.
