Happiness Is

Why, yes, she is my daughter. How did you know? The party started with tailgating in the parking lot for the six of us: My dear wife Karen and I, Elisabeth and her boyfriend George Three, and his parents Susan and George Two. With Father’s Day the following day, the timing could not have been…

The What For

My good friend Joey over at Joeyfully Stated dropped one on us the other day that’s one of the best thinkers I’ve seen around these parts in a bit. She titled her essay On Purpose, and she says she wrote it because Edwina’s Episodes had tackled something similar and had, in fact, passed the chore…

Does your dad need a doohickey for Father’s Day?

I thought my only object of attention at the local hardware store was a bundle of brown paper lawn refuse recycling bags. But some stocker knew better than that. Next to the register sat The Doohickey. Didn’t your dad used to call anything with a name that somehow escaped his mind that wonderfully sounding nonsensical…

Sunny golf day, and a wait at every tee

There was happiness and there was discontent this week at the Little Golf League That Could. The sun was shining as I returned from our week at the Happy Cottage in Cape Cod to rejoin our two foursomes that now make Monday night home for a weekly round of nine holes at Northern Pines Golf…

Meet the Mets, Doc and Lenny, at the Chiefs game

When my terrific daughter Elisabeth texted me earlier this week with the simple question: “Do you want to tailgate at the Chiefs game this Saturday?” it took me two seconds to type back some combination of the word Yes and Saturday. The night before, my dear wife Karen had flashed a Syracuse Chiefs Facebook promo…

One last look at Cape Cod, because I can

Of course not every picture I took while hanging out with my dear wife Karen and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle the pre-touring explosion week in and out of the Happy Cottage on Cape Cod fit right into my posts-of-the-moment. That’s what these ruminating recaps are built to encompass. And so I give you one…