Hollywood Horse Head Soup, a ladle full of South Beach’s crunchy Cockroach Soup, or the vague possibility of being force-fed London’s Scrap Metal Soup? Continue reading “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.”
How do people deal with endings, and beginnings, and then endings again? Apparently approaches do vary. Some peoples’ brains implode just thinking about living on a little planet in a spiral arm of the Milky Way, while others prefer … Continue reading Let us Spray . . .
There is a mighty word that has infiltrated the English language. Love it or hate it . . . it is here to stay! Continue reading F#*k You – 2!
It could be word association. Or I just like the title of Tim O’Brien’s book, “The Things They Carried” because it reminds me of the clutter jammed deep in my backpack. I can live without the novel’s guns, violence, grief, … Continue reading The things I carried . . .