Image courtesy of Del Stone Jr.
Monday night, I bought a coffin for Maggie. I chose a white satin-finish hatbox, the right size for a 4-pound cat. I wanted to bury her in Mom’s back yard so she could be outside. We lived near a busy… READ MORE
Mom always said: “Never tangle with anybody who’s got access to 100,000 watts of FM power.” I thought that was barrels of ink, but whatever. Some mornings I listen to 99Rock’s “The Morning Movement” with Murph and Galvin. They describe… READ MORE
I don’t get it. How can a Jack Kevorkian be thrown in jail for helping perfectly lucid people with terminal illnesses commit suicide, when a comatose Terri Schiavo is inhumanely starved to death with the active consent of the courts?… READ MORE
East Bay Bicycle Path, Rhode Island. Photo by Ken Zirkel by way of a Creative Commons search. https://www.flickr.com/photos/kzirkel/
As the car hurtled toward me, I did not see my life flash before my eyes. Instead, I saw myself diving off the sidewalk and into the adjoining swamp, where among the sticker vines, sucking mud and empty bottles I… READ MORE
Had I known my 12th-grade Algebra 2 teacher, Mr. Earl, was carrying a gun, I would have been a lot nicer to him. That’s not to say he was carrying a gun. But if he had been, I would never… READ MORE
I have thrown away my Miami Dolphins watch cap, my Miami Dolphins keychain, my Miami Dolphins Viagra prescription and my Miami Dolphins helmeted killer dolphin action figure. I have committed these unthinkable acts because this year, the Miami Dolphins smell… READ MORE
This was our non-commercialized Christmas haul in 1960, just before we left Keesler Air Force Base in Biloxi, Miss., for Torrejon Air Base outside Madrid, Spain. Image by Del Stone Sr.
Some cynics believe that in these crassly commercialized times, it is impossible to remain faithful to the real meaning of Christmas. Phooey! Have these Negative Nellies never seen an episode of “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer Part IV: Rudolph Takes Fallujah,”… READ MORE
Christmas means soon you will be feeling lower than dirt after reading the holiday newsletters of relatives and friends, the creeps. These newsletters are filled with glowing accomplishments that exceed anything you can conceive, much less actually do. But that… READ MORE
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Maybe it’s old age catching up with me, but certain things don’t smell as good as they used to. It’s not that the smells have faded. They’ve changed. For instance, remember the smell of paper money? It was a lush,… READ MORE
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Ah, Halloween. Time to start Christmas shopping – for 2005. Did I say “Halloween”? Of course I meant “Harvest Festival,” that time of year when Food World swaps out its summer yellow Ho Hos for the harvest gold Ding Dongs…. READ MORE