I saw my first robin of Spring yesterday...two guys held up a Seven-Eleven. (Rim shot.) But, yes, it is Spring and that means bright sunshine, colorful flowers and a young man’s fancy turns to...baseball. Just kidding. I mean, love. And what follows love, but engagements. And … [Read more...]

Shorty Shamanski sat in his usual place at the end of the bar smoking Marlboros and drinking Budweiser. Never a sunny person, he looked especially gloomy this day. “Why so glum Shorty?” “Aw, this country’s goin’ to hell.” “What makes you say that?” “The mill where I worked … [Read more...]

Recently I've been getting some grief from my fellow Yanks about being too Aussie. Look, I love this country almost as much as my own, but I've still got my American pride deeply intact, I can assure you. So feeling a bit like the '(wo)man in the middle', I’ve come up with few … [Read more...]

I often wonder how some people end up with great jobs, like the guy who gets to name paints. Nepotism? Is there some clandestine paint-naming-dude dynasty on which Michael Moore needs to shine a spotlight? Or do you rise through the ranks, first naming those colored … [Read more...]