A Facebook friend shared an article from The Washington Post on Sunday. I couldn’t read it because I’m not a subscriber. I thought she wasn’t either—anymore. So I checked. On October 25 she made a big deal out of telling everyone who reads her social media posts that she’d cancelled her subscription. She ended her […]

My man called the contractor who is remodeling our condo yesterday morning to ask if anything could be done to speed up progress on our unit. It’s been ten months for a job that was estimated to take six. The response was nothing. I mean he didn’t return the call and say “Sorry, nothing can

I scrimped together the money for my first pair of Bass Weejuns when I was a senior in college and working part-time at Nathan Hale’s in Bloomington, Indiana. Those $12.95 navy penny loafers took me to a level of cool that I never again attained. Until now. A couple of days ago, I posted a

A guy’s got to make a buck or two while the sun shines was NOT what I thought when I saw that newly elected president Donald Trump was texting me about purchasing his ‘Tis the Season Trump shirt for only $30. At first I was appalled. Particularly since this comes on the heels of the

Because I have a very smart family member who’s unemployed and looking for work, I decided to check out the newly created Department of Governmental Efficiency or DOGE. I hear they’re hiring. Wouldn’t it be fun to work for Elon and Vivek? It turns out that DOGE and its creators are looking for people with

My root canal was successfully executed this morning by the talented Dr. Sheila Chandrahasa of Venice, Florida, and her very able assistant. As anticipated, it was the best event in a summer that has included back-to-back hurricanes, one tropical storm that dropped twenty inches of rain on Sarasota, gall bladder surgery, and the post-Milton return

Root canal. Hurricane. They were both scheduled for this Thursday. Frankly, it was a toss-up as to which I found most unappealing. The hurricane won. And, anyway, shortly after 9:00 this morning, the dentist ‘s assistant called to say that my root canal needed to be rescheduled because of the impending storm. It would be

Pete Rose was an amazing baseball player—among the best in the game’s history. In death, he deserved better treatment than he got. The New York Times gave scant attention to his many baseball accomplishments in its obituary of him. The Wall Street Journal did a little better by him. Both focused on the bad news—the

When it was announced that the owner of the fabled race horse Smarty Jones would be speaking at a ladies luncheon in my community in mid-October, I put it on my calendar to phone in for tickets. Sales began today at 9 a.m. What could be the problem with me calling around 4 p.m.? Plenty.

I was having lunch with the neighborhood ladies yesterday when the topic turned to authors. The woman sitting next to me had pre-ordered my new book, Under the Sand, and was excited to read it, she said. I had just met Susan and already liked her. A lot. But we weren’t talking about me. We