It Ain’t Over. . .

—From EF— I jumped the tracks hooking up with Conrad Bishop, and I didn’t know what I was doing. He wasn’t like others I’d fallen for, and I knew he had a dark surreal streak that I might never understand. Our first theatre work together was a...

The Toilet Seat. . .

—From CB— Normally, when encountering a Facebook post starting with “Men!” I skim past. I don’t really want to deny anyone’s actualities; nor do I want to defend any indefensible demographic; nor do I want to feel personally superior to others of my own gender. That’s...

Letting Go. . .

—From EF— I don’t have any new resolutions for 2022. My imagination is not teeming with new frontiers to conquer, I’m OK with just trying to get more crap off my desk. I don’t have a new show to write and rehearse and perform, because we’re not...

A Messiah. . .

—From CB— Here’s my biweekly post on DamnedFool.com. I normally refrain from posting short stories on the Web, as that counts as publication and precludes magazines from publishing it. It’s one of my favorites, but who’s going to publish something like this?...

Gullible. . .

—From EF— The ocean is our standing Sunday date. We pack up a picnic basket at noon and go spend a couple of hours with the waves before coming back renewed. The picnic menu alternates week by week between sushi with slices of ahi and what we now call “chicken...

Christmas Tunes. . .

—From CB— A few days ago, we were in our longtime favorite North Beach coffee house. It normally has tolerable music playing over the system, but now it was Christmas season, when the familiar stuff is inescapable. I’m not normally one who bleats “Put the Christ back...

Sleep. . .

—From EF— I’m doing my best to make it likely I might sleep tonight, after having been bored out of my gourd until 3 AM last night and dead tired when the sun rose. Aside from being visited from time to time by carnivorous dreams, I really love sleeping:...

Thanksgiving…

—From CB— Thursday we drove down to Santa Cruz for Thanksgiving. We, our son Eli and his wife and three in-laws. A good time was had by all, and a lot of food. Despite time taken to chew, conversation was non-stop: the trials of moving, calming the dog, Mark Twain and...

Release. . .

—From EF— The little hybrid maple tree in our front yard has shed most of its leaves, and after each new session of raking I swear I’ve heard it giggle as it drops another spray of red and yellow and brown to cover the moss again. This year I’ve started...

Thoughts on Death…

—From CB— It’s important. # It deserves being capitalized, since it always involves proper names. # Being 80 years old, it becomes real, even though I can’t conceive it. It’s hard to think about not being. I can only recall my mid-afternoon Ph.D. seminar on Hegel,...