Street Jazz

Why do THEY whine so much? Our emotional-intellectual inability to actually pay attention to what we are saying.

Why do THEY whine so much? Our emotional/intellectual inability to actually pay attention to what we are saying.

An open letter to our bathroom contractor

Dear ________, I am using this public venue in an attempt to communicate with ____________.

Do not resuscitate

At the outset, let me just say that I am not one of those who considers 64 to be anywhere near old age.

Elections as political-spiritual surgery

Those of us who have faced serious illness are more than aware of the emotions we all have in common before inevitable tests, procedures and surgeries.

Et tu, Boy’s Life?

Et tu, Boy’s Life? When I was a young Boy Sprout, one of my chief pleasures in life was the arrival of Boy’s Life, the official magazine of the Boy Scouts of America, in my mailbox.

Kudos to Arkansas Libertarians - not that I’ll ever vote for any of ‘em, but still . . .

Kudos to Arkansas Libertarians - not that I’ll ever vote for any of ‘em, but still . . .

Do not go gentle into that good library . . .

Well, Gambling Reader, I’ve written about many important topics of late, which I am sure has enthralled each and every one of you.

Lies, Damned Lies and Facebook Posts

The recent mockery of Dr. Christine Blasey Ford on Facebook seems to fall into one of three categories.A - The posts from folks who still believe everything they read online.

Public Men and Sinning in the Dark

Over the years I suspect that I could find maybe ten, twelve people who could attest to the fact that I am a fellow of good character, and that they could not imagine me doing anything untoward.

Paradise Lost

Throughout my life I have usually had but a handful of trusted intimates. When I was younger this was due to painful shyness, but as I have grown older, I have come to believe that this is the natural order of things.

Thank you for your service: America’s hourly workers

Labor Day may be one of the few holidays we celebrate but don’t actually celebrate.

Fear of Falling

The first thing you realize, as you hit the floor, is that those no-skid socks they give you to wear in the hospital?


I used to think that I would never be too sick to write, but my recent “vacation” in the hospital has thrown me me for a loop.

Time Travel Apology Tour

Time Travel Apology Tour I have been thinking, the last few years, how nice it would be to have a time machine, to enable one to go back in time and try to smooth over one’s screw ups.

Fayetteville: Long-overdue rebellion coming in the South of town?

Back in the days when I would take long walks at night and early morning, South Fayetteville was always one of my favorite parts of town to travel in, working out any creative (or otherwise) problems I might be having.

Contractor Hell

Well, it’s been a relaxing few weeks away from the world of Internet Outrage, but now that I have a few minutes to spare, I thought I’d post something, lest whatever writing skills I still have atrophy and wither away.

UAMS: With socks on my mind

I’ve had The Procedure twice now at Little Rock’s UAMS, and oddly, instead of thinking about my health, I find my mind occasionally drifting to the subject of socks.

In appreciation of film reviews: Film and the written word

I was telling Tracy about films coming to the base theater when I was a kid, and I suddenly remembered that - especially if you were stationed in a non-English speaking country - pretty much the only movie previews we saw were the ones shown at the theater.

Bear Trap Territory: Why I can’t quite go above six on the pain chart

Though my prognosis doesn’t seem as dire as it did a few months ago, there are still occasional days when I feel like death warmed over - hence the fact that I am not as diehard in my writing as I should be.

The day I hung up on Harlan Ellison

Harlan Ellison, who has had more influence on my writing than any other writer, has died.