Category Archives: Happiness

Don’t question the happy mood

And the rollercoaster goes up sometimes. It didn’t start out that way. I woke at 4:20 a.m. (yeah, yeah, I know, 420) and felt like it was time to get up. Then I looked at the clock and, miraculously went … Continue reading

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Zen in the City

When I got to New York City, I feel a little like Dylan Thomas in London: intoxicated, yet feeling every vibration of life within the city. I know no one, yet I feel on some level, I know everyone. I … Continue reading

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A Christmas Story, or a Gift Only I Could Love (1972)

So huddle around the Trump Dumpster Fire and I’ll tell you a personal true story of a Christmas 45 years ago. Yes, I am old. On Christmas Eve we were in the car headed for my paternal grandparent’s house next … Continue reading

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Merry Christmas before the deluge

I know, I know, I should write something. After all, it’s three days before Christmas so something profound should be written. Perhaps something Dickensian to keep with the spirit of the times as certain people contemplate the return of the … Continue reading

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Happiness Is (with extra Broadway)

I’m so happy. That little red-headed girl dropped her pencil. It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil. She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all. Without fleas Today’s cheap shot comes again at … Continue reading

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