Murrmurrs

Dave peered into the beer fridge with concern. "We have to make a Costco run," he said. He was right. We were down to our last c...

Dave and I are both pretty good noticers. So when he stands at the front door and says "Huh. Now that's something you don't see...

Every year I scour my annual credit card statement looking for hidden items my tax preparer might be interested in. You never know. I'm ...

Back when our parents were warning us about the evil reefer, it was common for us to accuse them of hypocrisy because they drank martinis. T...

It's tax time. I stand before my computer with an expensive plastic disc and inhale deeply, composing myself. The computer rips the d...

It has recently come to my attention that, at 56-1/2, I may be more than halfway done with life. I'm not taking that to the bank yet, b...

I didn't even like beer until I lived in London. Then I liked the bejeezus out of it. It was purely a quality issue. As a post-adoles...