I’m not really a pet person. Growing up in a penthouse in New York, in Little Italy, it’s not like a family dog would have been practical. And what’s more, my parents despised anyone who kept a dog in New York City – it struck them as impractical, cruel to the dog and, of course,… Continue reading The Twinkle Defense
Friday the 13th – Power of the Internet
Tires screeched in my driveway. Someone pounded at my front door. WTF, I thought, slipping the custom 9 mm magnum auto cabriolet pistol stuffed with an oversize clip of depleted uranium bullets I keep in my bedroom into the silk-lined holster sewed into the tight, wide band of the full cammo Canadian commando jumpsuit that… Continue reading Friday the 13th – Power of the Internet
2 Hot 2B 4Got
I left an outgoing announcement on the voice mail stating that my office was closed for Good Friday, and I’m pleased to report that even in Washington DC, nobody was sufficiently boorish to leave a message demanding a meeting. But there are limits to discretion and good taste here, and quite narrow ones at that. … Continue reading 2 Hot 2B 4Got
Tomfoolery Answers the Mail
Saturday night, Cerise talked me into dinner at Fogo de Chao downtown. She’s my Significant Other, which is to say, my current girlfriend, and I have a policy of always doing what my SO wants, provided it’s within reason. Fogo de Chao is a pretty good deal if you like roasted meat and you’re really… Continue reading Tomfoolery Answers the Mail
Subprimal Scream
The sweet winds of the South have kissed the palisades of the Potomac about three weeks early this year – thanks, no doubt, to global warming. So it’s a serendipitous jump start for Real Estate Raping Season, that local annual Rite of Spring which dawns with the first crocus blossoms pushing through the melting snow… Continue reading Subprimal Scream