Category: That's life…

Santa Fidelis

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty-five years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

My village elders

It takes a village, and mine was well populated. Father’s Day weekend is my ‘take stock’ time; gratefulness for healthy, happy, successful-in-their-own-unique-ways children, a self-check on how I’m doing as a father and grandfather.  It is also a time of reflection and a reminder of the men who played the unofficial and the codified dad … Continue reading My village elders

Joe-oh.

Joe-oh.

Disclaimer: The following piece is not religious satire.  If you are easily prompted to get haughty about such things, go read something else.  If you would like a peek at American culture and consumerism at its most absurd…read on, MacDuff. My family and I are in the midst of selling our New Orleans home, as … Continue reading Joe-oh.

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

“Burn, baby burn…”

Dr. Paul Ton, my high school history teacher, and one of my all-time favorite teachers, had a highly effective, piercing stare, and when a class was disrupted by something going on in the hallway he could really crank it up, and add a verbal whammy: at said upheaval, he would slowly turn his icy glare … Continue reading “Burn, baby burn…”

Judge, jury and…say what again?

Judge, jury and…say what again?

Recently called for a month of jury duty, I showed up at the various appointed times, and actually made the next-to-final cut for two different cases, but never got the nod to actually sit on a trial jury. Not to say I didn’t leave my mark in Orleans Parish Criminal Court.   My second day … Continue reading Judge, jury and…say what again?

A passed torch

A passed torch

I’ve become the old guys I grew up around. My youth was filled with a fascinating blend of old timers that I joyfully gleaned much of what I needed to know about life by just hanging around with all of them. They were mostly retired, blue-collar guys; my grandfather worked on an assembly line making […]