Dozed and Confused

I am convinced they are pumping metered doses of vapoized general anesthetics into the room air at the cognitive behavioral therapist’s office. What else could it be? I take my seat in the waiting room and within seconds I’m like a Serengeti rhino rendered motionless from the blowdart in my neck. Mouth agape, drool flowing…

Overheard…

“Would you rather have invisibility or flying super powers?” my boy asked on the way to school. “Flying,” I replied. Further from him: “Invisibility would be awesome because you could steal cool things, but I think flying would be better because then you could fly to Hawaii and not have to buy plane tickets.”

Overheard…

“Don’t you feel the warmth of the sun?” I asked my boy during our walk to school this morning. His reply: “Nope. My Protective Outer Layer of Awesomeness (PLOA) is blocking it.”

Overheard…

B: “If I eat enough hamburgers, I’ll be a true American.” E: “You’re already American. Well, actually, you’re kinda British.”

Credit Where Credit Is Due

Here, in our quaint, historically well-preserved, gas lamp-lit borough, it ‘aint perfect. Sometimes bad stuff happens which spawns books and movies. Our taxes are too high. The wind gusts through town, trees fall on houses, and two years in a row Halloween has been cancelled by mayoral decree. In a preemptive move to eliminate the…

Overheard…

While reading Unstoppable by Tim Green, a tale of grit, determination, love, illness, loss, hope, and football, I leaned over to my eight-year old concerned that the nine-to-ten-year old reading level and subject matter might be a little too advanced for him… “Is this getting too heavy for you bud?” I asked. His reply: “You’re…

Intereses Parecidos

Like father, like son. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Chip off the ‘ol block.

Called It

His prediction this morning of “6” reminded me of Babe Ruth’s called shot off the Cubs in Game 3 of the 1932 World Series. I thought he was crazy, not possible, no way he could do it. And then, it happened. Plus 2.

“You don’t need WiFi, they’ve got crayons!”

On paper, Junior’s seemed the perfect complement to a jaunt with the boys over the Brooklyn Bridge to see the artisanal Nets in their Jay Z-inspired new digs, a far cry from their swampy arena of yesteryear, now nearly forgotten, like Kris and Kim’s Kwikee Knuptials. Everyone recognizes the restaurant’s name, but no one remembers…