Happy Father’s Day To Me

Happy Father’s Day To Me Or Happy 56th Birthday Dear Abortion October 10, 1968             In the dying light of that cool autumn day, the Detroit Tigers won the World Series after  Mickey Lolich got Tim McCarver of St. Louis to pop up in the bottom of the 9th.  I was drunk but wired on […]

The Sidelong Glances Of A Septuagenarian Rollerblader

The Sidelong Glances Of a Septuagenarian Roller Blader O’ what a flowery track lies before me henceforth! What dust clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on my reckless way!  Toad The Wind In The Willows ‘Twas a nightmare come true. As I shot out of Central Park out of control and at […]


A CAT TALE The following story is true. It has been verified by a highly respected notary public and impartial witnesses. It’s a simple tale about a man and his cat. But if I had the energy—which I don’t — it could also be about government duplicity, corporate greed, and foreign intrigue. On Tuesday, a […]

Requiem For A Mad Man Part II

Requiem For A Mad Man Part II The Continuing Saga of Brendan Kelly Tap Dancer             This was , I’m guessing , 1992. But then  four years elapsed , time heals etc. and Brendan was onto his new thing  : Art Knockoffs and  Time Capsules. He and “his new backer” –the fabulously wealthy Park Avenue […]

My So-Called White Privilege

My So-Called White Privilege Hustling Seeds Door To Door To Buy A Mitt I was brought up in an Irish ghetto called Hell –no money for booze, smokes, chicks. At age 9,  I got beaten up regularly by women with thick Irish brogues dressed in black who told us we could be evaporated by “Roos—kee” […]

My Mother The Con Artist

My Mother The Con Artist Katherine McHale “Kate” Huber October 26, 1917-September 6, 2012 I first met my mother when I was about five years old.  Of course, I’m sure we said hello  passing in the hall. Or attempted small talk at the dinner table. But I have no real recollection  before that. The world […]

Cancer: Not As Fun As I Hoped

Cancer : Not As Fun As I Hoped “I am battling cancer, “ always seemed a fatuous boast. I’ve   been sick before : no work, stay in bed , take drugs , binge movies , read, play with self. What’s not to like ? To a melanin deficient, Y chromosome heterosexual , the Victim Card […]