The Roach Motel.
It was a chilly, Fall evening in the autumn of my life, the rain spattering on mycracked windshield, playing havoc with its incessant drumbeats on the decayingmaple leaves plastered hodge-podge...Read more
As Joni Mitchell would have it ‘they used to laugh at me when I refused to ride on all those double-decker buses because there was no driver on the top!’...Read more
The Kingdom of Yorkville Arises Anew.
Beholde A Micro-Epic Tale of Olde — Updated for Those Who Have Ears. In a dream it began— not in the mind of one, but many held the vision...Read more
I always liked pineapples. So juicy, tart and succulent, they explode in a burst of healthful flavor and dribble down the chin faster than you can say ‘This is the...Read more
The Midas Touch.
Sometimes the only thing more unsatisfying than failing at a long-cherished goal is succeeding at it. Such was the experience of winning Best of Show at the Bessies, Canada’s...Read more
Love by GPS.
I had a date so hot it threatened to strip the tread right off my Pirelli PZero PZ4 Sport ultra-high performance tires. I hoped it wouldn’t stop there, once...Read more
The World's Fair.
As usual, our parents were taking hours to pack the great, old steamer trunk, a relic of a bygone era when we would have been going down to gay, old...Read more