Category Archives: Living

Mothers Are Liars

Believe it or not, when I was a kid I’d sometimes tell stories that didn’t represent the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. As a result, when my mother found out that I’d stayed after school for shooting spitballs at Suzie Springer—and not because I’d volunteered to set up chairs in the […]

You Can’t Drink Beer All Day . . . If You Don’t Start In The Morning

I like beer—beer is good. There’s nothing like a cold beer on a hot summer day, or a cold winter night, or . . . well, you get the idea. Beer drinking has become more complicated than when I started drinking beer in the late sixties. Back then, there were about six kinds: Bud, Schlitz, […]