The waiter slapped his notebook shut, beamed at me in admiration and said, “I LIKE it!” And then looked around the room as if to say, “At last, we have a REAL man among us!”
There are certain things I just can’t do. And kissing another guy in a romantic context is one of those things.
However, substitute teaching doesn’t garner the same respect and it has been a rude awakening. The students ain’t scared of me at all. They ignore me or regard me with outright contempt.
The idea is for no one to die... right?
Why is it so controversial to say, “Hey, let’s make sure that the crazy homicidal people can’t get guns that will massacre our children.”?
I go to Melo’s Barbershop where a pretty young lady named Marisol cuts my hair. She sings softly with the pop Hispanic music playing in the background, asks me about my family, and then tell me about hers. I often complain about how all the gray hair cascading down to the floor proves once again … Continue reading Melo’s Barber Shop
The President used a naughty word and I don't care.
I love Orlando but it’s kind of a peculiar city. For instance, stretch limos can often be seen idling in front of the local supermarket. It’s not the same one each time, either, as if a blue haired billionaire spinster stopped in to buy fancy cat food. This morning it was a white one, long … Continue reading Taking the Limo to the Supermarket
Happy Thanksgiving, Pilgrim!
I’m fifty-six years old and I’m still a nerd (or is there a different word for it now?). It’s time I give up trying to fit in with the cool crowd, but for some reason it still bothers me. I wonder why that is.