I hate to say it, but I have another 45 minutes of My Week with Marilyn to watch. You remember this one? It’s an Oscar nominated this and that, and profiles the relationship between a set hand and the biggest movie star of the day, perhaps of all time.

The truth is that I had a dream last night about returning an overcoat to a department store only to leave with a newly purchased white leather coat with brownish-reddish fur rimmed around its hood.

Well, my smart and dedicated readers, it's that time again. That's right, I'm in need of a haircut. I must be barbed, at once! I cannot be expected to stroll our town's promenade with errant follicles springing from my bowler like stems of an unattended arugula plant. I'm a gentleman!

Who doesn't like fried foods? A baby, that's who.

I cannot explain why it's taken me so long to tell you this, but my childhood friend and current neighbor Sherwood Day is a high school teacher. U.S. History. I'm practically begging Sherwood to start a blog of his own...

Just the other day, a colleague mentioned to me that I had something called Negative Capability. My immediate response was that I am no more pessimistic than any other human being...

Just the other day I was clipping my talon-like toenails over the kitchen trash can when a fierce and rapid pounding came upon my back door.

Have you ever heard someone use the phrase, "Where the rubber meets the sky?"

I can barely put a thought together today because all of my focus is on the pain in my right ankle.