Hey, I’m an old guy, give me some latitude! When I was in grade school, there were these things on the wall called maps. They even had specific geographic names, like “Mercator Projection”, that we were supposed to memorize and understand. We were expected to compare and contrast the differences between these and other map…
We always had to write postcards home from summer camp. Otherwise some, or more like ALL, of the children would be having so much we would forget we had parents. Camp Robinson Crusoe was an eight-week adventure in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, begun by a family of Eastern European Jews and run in a manner most easily…
People of my generation are reputed to be terrified of technology. We don’t understand social media; we are constantly scammed on Craigslist; we don’t understand why no one uses a telephone booth (except in old Superman episodes) and we drop cellphones in the toilet, sometimes on purpose. Much of this is true, to a greater…
Ah, that glorious time of the year between Christmas and New Year’s Day when nothing really happens other than recovering from a food coma hangover and gazing out on the freshly fallen snow. You’ve got a good Thomas Pynchon book in hand, of – say – 40,000 pages and a warm, cozy fire to sit…
Old men like to worry. We worry about a lot of things, like why our children are such a disappointment; and why we’re unable to tie, or even see our shoelaces; but mostly we like to worry about our health. Complaining boors everyone in seconds so it’s much safer to brag about the ways we’ve…
My son says it all started with the shoes. No one in this industrialized nation has just one pair. Even without going to the Imelda Marcos extreme (ex-wife of Philippine dictator Ferdinand Marco, rumored – No, they actually COUNTED somewhere between 1000-3000 pairs left behind when she fled the country. Why the confusion then? So…
