“And we get down to the garage, and the door opens, and William Holden turns and says to me, ‘Are you coming with us?’”
I’m a rocker. Baby, I’m a rocker. And if I’m not a young rocker anymore, well, never you mind.
Read MoreCeremony of the 14 Bags? Miracle of the 14 Bags? All Bags Day?
Read MoreWhen Maria was approved and Kang was not, I ventured an improv about a Trumpland security stooge reacting to an application from North Korea.
Read MoreWhen the temperature soars in Fairfax, Roni and I have been known to ditch the vaunted camaraderie.
Read MoreNo doubt about it, the Sorellas parking lot is cute. A funky folk-art replica of an Outback or Friday’s lot at 5/8 scale.
Read Morei saw a man fall on the path today.
Read MoreAll that walking up and down the hills is part of a plan to get off drugs.
Read MoreI hear middle C on the piano, coming through the jungle. C, C, C, C.
Read MoreI think I’m losing my soul.
Read MoreThis has nothing to do with the unfunny topic of peace, love and understanding.
Read MoreHalf the time the Kangs go off-menu, as only a matriarch and patriarch can do.
Read MoreI used to call him Julius, stone-faced dude who presides over Table 10.
Read MoreYou can tell normalcy is making a comeback when the talk of the town turns to coyotes.
Read MoreJoy to the world?
Read MoreIt may be where the heart is, but it’s also where history, judgment, anxiety, lawyers and distant cousins of the decedent are.
Read MoreHe’s Dave Bergman. And you — to your eternal chagrin — are not. Simple as that.
Read More“’Cause he gets up in the morning, And he goes to work at nine.”
Read MoreThe stages of adulthood for a guy constitutionally unsuited to it begin, of course, with fraud.
Read MoreI once ran into Huey Lewis jogging. The guy who did “I Want a New Drug.”
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