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Being “on call” is my least favorite status—and has always been. It’s good I’m not a doctor, an EMT or a Broadway understudy.

Some restaurateurs are upset that some younger diners are ordering multiple side dishes instead of costlier entrées, according to The Wall Street Journal. Diners are eschewing rather than chewing big honking meals in favor of little honking meals— the most popular combo being a Caesar salad and French fries.

To me, the expression “pet peeves” has always been a bit of an oxymoron, like “jumbo shrimp” or “political statesman.” Pets are usually creatures we love; peeves are usually things that aggravate us.

My OSSO (oh-so-significant-other) loves reading the weekly Wall Street Journal supplement “Mansion,” which I save for her every Friday since I’m the dude with the daily subscription.

CBS News recently reported that a guy in Michigan was suing the Olive Garden restaurant—the place that promises you nonstop breadsticks and says, “When you’re here, you’re family”

THANK YOU FOR READERING—Nobody tells you that as you age, you discover a whole new world of imperfect gerunds.

To honor one of my favorite foreign films, 1970’s “The Garden of the Finzi-Continis,” I’ve taken to calling my little backyard—

Daily life consists of endless redundancies. Let me repeat that.

SIX-LEGGED BEDFELLOWS—While the phrase “bedbugs in Paris” doesn’t have quite the panache as “Jefferson in Paris” or even “Quigley Down Under” it certainly evokes some wholesale imagery.

This Fall we’ve been hearing the continued cry of school administrators and parents about the proliferation of unexcused student absences. To