A Few ‘Over Groan’ Words

It happens about this time every year. Despite meaning well and good intentions, I’ve again become the neighborhood pariah. Situated smack dab between the two-story modern with the terraced wall and the wrap-around deck to my west, and the venerable ranch on the east, with the two stately oaks in front and the neatly trimmed…

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The Cat Who Came at Midnight

Lilian Jackson Braun was an American novelist, who was famous for writing cozy mysteries. Cozy mysteries are a sub-genre. Some readers like them, because all of the sex happens “off stage,” leaving a more comfortable reading experience. All of Ms. Braun’s bestselling stories have titles that begin “The Cat Who . . .” For example,…

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Recliners Go Back A Long Way

Two weekends ago, I was over at my brother Ben’s house dog sitting. Sophie is part French Bulldog, part Tasmanian Devil. Teddy is the most laid back long-haired Dachshund you’ll ever meet. If not for Sophie’s constant running and general chaos, Teddy would gladly just sit still in the corner and do his dust-mop impression.…

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Aesop And The Recession

For more than a year now, I’ve been having a conversation with my two younger half-brothers and their families. It has the same general theme –– time to reign in the spending, cut the personal debt and stash away every extra dollar you can. “I’ve seen it all before,” I say, with a certain amount…

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Remembering Evan Whatshisname

Wouldn’t you know it! I’ve forgotten Evan’s last name. It really aggravates me, because Evan is very important to me. He brings me food. Every Sunday, while young parents and kids are pulling into Applebee’s for that special after-church meal, or while grandpa and grandma saunter into the cafeteria for “mush food” (chewing is optional),…

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2nd Best Brothers

I have three brothers, and together, we couldn’t be more different. Well, that’s not quite true. Two of us think similarly. Two of us behave similarly. Two of us react similarly. The matter is that, at any given time, we are never sure which two. Maybe that’s because we are the offspring of our father,…

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Breakup on Aisle 12

I always feel like quirky things happen to me more than they happen to other people. A chance encounter this week should eliminate any doubt. I was walking casually through Aisle 12 of a grocery giant I seldom shop. I noticed a couple striding toward me. The two appeared to be about 30, although I’ve…

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Bringing Me into the Fold

The one thing that you will not find in my underwear drawer is organization. There are no neat stacks; no neatly regimented ranks and files of folded tidy whities, ready to serve the underlying cause. What you will find is row after row of briefs, rolled tightly, and stacked like cordwood, cushioning the top drawer…

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I Suspect Fowl Play

Let’s get the bad news out of the way, right off the top: Ed is dead. I am devastated. Ed came into my life unexpectedly, last Thanksgiving. The fact that he showed up at my house when he did was astonishing, so much so that I devoted my entire column to his unconventional and dramatic…

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Almost Never Say Always

I’m never a person big on making New Year’s resolutions. That’s probably a good thing, since it is mid-April. I always complain that my life is still in the same ol’ rut. Yet, I never seem to change the habits that hold me back almost every time. This year, I’m concentrating on removing three words…

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