All in Other
Me and Myself on a Sunday Night
More Than Art Was on Display in Brooklyn
My Battle Against the Greeting Card Industry Turned Into a Political Statement
You Never Know When Someone Will Change Your Life
Between my sister and my ex-wife, I should just take an Uber
And it had nothing to do with starting a new job
Everything from my ex-wife, messy house, and a certain German dictator were discussed
My short stint in the spotlight
I Learned a Lesson, but My Wife Did Not
Know why if feels like they are watching you? Because they are.
Health Care takes a back seat to finding a really good parking spot
Much like men never like asking for directions, we also don’t like to do this - sheepishly, I peaked around the open hood and asked, “Do you have the owner’s manual?”
Truth be told, and we know if for a fact, rarely do we run into someone who truly has the Spirit of Christmas.
But, every now and again…
With all the traditions that come with this time of year, there is one in particular that my friends and I have not celebrated since we started having kids and the holidays became all about them (thanks for ruining Christmas, kids).
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
My nephew, Joe, who is in the Navy and stationed in San Diego (poor kid) called my sister and told her that he signed up to run the Avon (New Jersey) 5K in June and that she and Uncle Al (me) should run it as well.
There were always drugs around, however, most of my friends and I were big drinkers. Beers, Tequila, Jack Daniels – we basically drank like grumpy old men. In high school, I wasn’t much of a drinker (I have since made up for that).