Best Friends, &cet

Best Friends, &cet

When I was six years old, my family moved to a small town in west central Florida. Four houses down was another family of recent arrivals, from Michigan. Mom, Dad, three boys (the middle child being close in age to me, so I had a permanent playmate), and a miniature...

New Orleans &cet

New Orleans &cet

So it turns out that New Orleans has a pub crawl (not that it needs one). This particular street has law firms at either end, with seven bars in between. You pick up a card at Fleesum & Tick, get a square checked off when you have a cocktail at each bar, present...

Valentine’s Day, &cet

Valentine’s Day, &cet

It was likely an accident of scheduling, but I’ll be accompanying the better half to a performance of Carmen on Valentine’s Day.  Unfortunately, I’m of the age where Bizet’s classic reminds me of one thing only – The Bad News Bears.  I’ve been told that I am not to...

Self-deprecation seems to be his thing, but he's not quite funny or clever enough to pull it off.

History Lesson, &cet

Sometime in the mid-nineteenth century, King Ferdinand II of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies decided to go on safari in Africa. He killed a lion, an eland, and a hippopotamus, keeping the mounted heads for himself, and awarding the skins to three of his squires back...

Man Overboard

On a moonless night some years ago, my friend Carlton Proulx jumped without warning from a speeding boat into a dark saltwater bay–outrageous behavior that I might have applauded had it not been my boat, my liability insurance, and my Coast Guard captain’s license...

One Little Town, Two Big Christmas Songs

Ocala, Florida wasn’t known for much back in the 1950s.  No real natural resources if you don’t count the National Forest east of town, and while Silver Springs drew in some intrepid tourists back around the turn of the century, the attraction and its glass-bottomed boats weren’t exactly making the town a vacation destination.