A marriage proposal should be the most romantic moment in a couple's history.
Our's? On the road for twelve hours, no place to stay, and a blowout argument with my future in-laws.
Maybe she should have said no...
Are You Ever Too Old to Be a Thespian?
I went to a local production of The Lion In Winter last night and it reminded me of the one time I tread the boards in college.
This is a re post from April, 2018
You Bet It's a Jersey Thing
Note: I am writing this before the Yankees/Blue Jays Game Four of the American League Division Championship. So far, the series is still alive.
Ask Me Anything
I’ve been writing this blog for nearly fifteen years. In that time, I’ve had little contact with my readers. Some people leave comments, and some have sent emails, but mostly they read and move on.
You Look Lovely in That Hat!
Most people don’t know about my short brush with celebrity—except I already wrote about the time I was momentarily mistaken for Dom DeLuise in Iceland.
I Was Today Years Old When I Learned How Old I Was Today
There are certain things in life that are a given. The sky is blue (even on cloudy days), the sun is hot (even though we can’t touch it), and the New York Football Giants are going to have a losing season (even if we don’t watch them).
If you think knowing your age would slip easily into that group, you’d be wrong.
I've Seen This Show Before
I hate reruns, especially when I am the star of the show.
The One Rule You Don’t Break at the Bar
I believe there are rules of etiquette that are ingrained, or embedded, by some long-forgotten moments in time that we follow throughout our lives.
In Hot Water Again (Thank God)
Procrastination, thy name is Al.
Dating: The Audacity of Hope (and Horniness)
Note: I DID NOT write this (however, I wish I had). This was written by ChatGPT, and is the first time I have ever used it.. This might be the best thing I never wrote. The prompt was: Conflict and Scotch write a new post about dating. I hate AI and one day they are going to write us right out of the script of life.
Drinking Was Definitely Involved #1 on Amazon
After a Kindle promotion on eBookDaily ‘Drinking Was Definitely Involved’ is now #1 on Amazon in three categories
Oh-oh, Yes, I’m the Great Pretender
Impostor Syndrome: The persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one's own efforts or skills.
That Time The Universe Walked Into a Bar...
I have a friend who read my first book, Drinking Was Definitely Involved, and afterwards said to me, “I think you are the type of person that listens to the Universe.”
It’s Cotton Candy, How Bad Could It Be?
Somerset County, New Jersey is having their annual 4-H fair (August 6 – 7 – 8) this week. As I drove passed the open field filled with tents last night it reminded me of a corporate event that happened more than twenty years ago.
The First Cut Is The Deepest
The following post is about an elective medical procedure I had after my youngest was born. Normally, for me, I avoid stories that involve medical issues. Unfortunately (also for me) since this my story, I have to stick around, but on the other hand, you don’t.
Still there?
What Happens When You Take the Road Less Traveled
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
It’s The Summer of Seventy-Nine
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
No Conflict Just Scotch
A few days before the fourth of July I received a text message from my son, Alexander. That in itself could be joyful or suspicious. He wanted to know if I could meet him on Friday (the fourth) after he played golf, he wanted to give me something.
Second Eye Blind
A few years ago I woke up, opened my eyes, and was petrified to find myself blind in my right eye. It was like a painted window, there was no sunlight except for a small sliver that fell in at the top.
