Tonight, my friends, I attend my 50th High School Reunion. I know. I’m old. I tell my present friends and collegues that I’m going to see how much uglier and fatter my classmates have become. I, of course, am still the handsome, boyish man of my youth. Except with gray hair. And a little belly.Continue reading “50 Years? Holy Mackeral!”
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The Least of My Brothers
Monday afternoon and I’m coming out of Target with my groceries. Yes, my friends, I shop at Target because those big grocery stores give me the willies. Anyway, I don’t get much for myself. Some milk. Some peaches. Shampoo. The occasional stuffed animal that I give to my 3-year-old granddaughter. I’m steering the shopping cartContinue reading “The Least of My Brothers”
Gone Again
Any physics major will tell you that there’s only one thing faster than the speed of light, and that’s how fast Friday night turns into Monday morning. So here we are again, Sunday night and all the wonderful things I hoped to accomplish before the weekend was over are wanting. Letters I need to write.Continue reading “Gone Again”
The Fool in the Corner
Well, I have just come back from Nashville. Actually, Franklin, TN. Nashville was a 45 minute taxi ride away. I was in Franklin for the Killer Nashville Writer’s Conference. As I mentioned here a few posts ago, I once again placed a book in the finals of the Comedy Category. Sadly, I did not win,Continue reading “The Fool in the Corner”
One Thing I Did Right
I will never be elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I will never hit a home run in a World Series game. I will never win an Oscar. I will never cross the finish line at Le Mons. I will never kiss Scarlett Johanssen. I will never be on the cover ofContinue reading “One Thing I Did Right”
How Nice To Meet Someone Who Knows What They’re Doing
The Little Black Pony refused to start. It was frustrating. I’d just spent $1451 on the beast to fix its ignition coils and other assorted problems. Now I turn the key and I get the same response as I got from my last girlfriend when I’d nudge her in the middle of the night. Nothing.Continue reading “How Nice To Meet Someone Who Knows What They’re Doing”
Hey, Bulldog
Last Saturday night Barstow enjoyed one of those torrential downpours which makes the desert so delightful. Power knocked out, streets suddenly turned into rivers, cars stalling everywhere, sirens screaming all over the place. It was time for me to cantor at church (I sing the 4 o’clock Saturday vigil mass at St. Joseph’s in Barstow)Continue reading “Hey, Bulldog”
Nashville bound
Once again, my friends, I have placed in the finals in the Killer Nashville Claymore Awards, an unpublished manuscript competition. Once again, it is in the Comedy category–my unpublished book “The Return of Edsel Eddie,” a rock and roll fable, garnered the honors. This year I am going to Music City to be a partContinue reading “Nashville bound”
Dirty Fingernails
I am, by trade, an attorney. You know, attorney. We dress nice. We have perfectly coiffed hair. We are well built and shapely so that the stray client conceives an indescribable passion for us and pulls us into bed. So the lawyer novels would tell you. One thing for sure, lawyers have clean fingernails. WhatContinue reading “Dirty Fingernails”
The Nanny Car
Last week as I was tooling along Interstate 10 on my way to work, the Little Black Pony started to overheat. She’d had some trouble the night before idling roughly and I am no longer such a fool as to ignore a little thing like my Kia Rio losing its temper. I pulled over andContinue reading “The Nanny Car”
Mark Bruce, Writer 