An exploration of human grade dogfood, culminating in a human taste test.
Read MoreI walked out the gate and pondered my options, which turned out to be very limited. Just didn’t seem right for a private eye to arrive at a potential crime scene in a cab. But then I remembered that Mary had moved around here a couple of years ago. It was her statement house, she…
Read MoreRattling around in the back of my mind, organized into two categories, are lists of things that I just don’t understand. One list consists of diverse items that I have accepted as enduring mysteries beyond my comprehension. Electricity, for example – can’t seem to understand it, but that doesn’t stop me from turning the lights…
Read MoreAs I got back into my car, I realized that I hadn’t eaten all day. I figured I would have a bite to eat, and then just sack out at Ralph and Fanny’s. It really didn’t make any sense for me to cross town to my apartment, particularly if I had to head back into…
Read MoreI am a member of the baby boomer generation where TV has been a steady presence since Day 1. Thousands of black and white images must have flickered across my retina in the early sixties, imparting who knows what subliminal messages to my impressionable mind. In 1961 speech, Newton Minnow, the Federal Communications Commissioner, memorably…
Read MoreMy frustrations in being the only non-singer in a musical family.
Read MoreI sat in the car to regroup. I sure could’ve used a session with Ralph and Fanny and some white boards, but I didn’t want to keep driving back and forth to Santa Teresa. Besides, I had to be realistic; the car was basically my office. I couldn’t imagine how my father functioned as a…
Read MoreI have a pretty clear memory of when I first heard the story. It was about 40 years ago, and I was sitting in the college dining hall. Since it was the beginning of my freshman year, I was joined by a group of classmates whom I did not know well. One of the guys…
Read MoreChapter 44 We both climbed into the car, mutely put on our seat belts, and I was about to turn on the ignition when Simba grabbed my arm. “Will you listen to Dessa’s message for me?” she said, “I’m too nervous, if she says that she never wants to see me again, all this won’t…
Read MoreFor the past month of September I have been enjoying a daily bowl of raspberries, harvested from the bushes along our screened porch. A previous essay nattered on about the beauty of raspberries, and positioned the seeds and thorny bushes as only minor annoyances that could not diminish their perfection. But enough about me, a…
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