Oh, hi there! It must be Sunday night. Because I’m frantically digging through the laundry to find proper uniforms for next weeks Sports Activities. And Desperate Housewives is being tivoed while I write. What did we do this weekend? The usual. Friday night: movies. Saw “Gridiron Gang.” Saturday morning: Soccer at eight o’clock. Saturday noon: […]
Overheard at the 6 year old soccer game: My dad keeps his balls in the car. He doesn’t use them except for practice.
The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end — drank his ale too light. Death’s head belt buckle — yesterday’s dreams — the transport caf’ prophet of doom. Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams in his post-war-babe gloom. Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll […]