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So I am here at this extremely busy And inconvenient international airport, Plenty early for my departure to Mundanetown, U.S.A, To visit family, But lo and behold And similar expressions The departure down the corridor Is nonstop to Buenos Aires, Where we went on our honeymoon All those years ago, before the Divorce, of Course. So I meander over, And find a lounge decked out in Vibrant colors, a South American airli

NOW THAT we have a new baby in the house, I’ve been doing some of the cooking, especially dinner. Most of the dinners have come from an outfit called Hello Fresh, which delivers a big box full of all the ingredients needed for various E-Z-Gourmet Dishes. I dutifully try to follow the directions—I chop the onions and mince the garlic and blanche the asparagus—and while the meals always come out edibl

At the trendy southern tip of the High Line In a converted warehouse Without stage and chairs, and modest sets We patrons of the theater mill about the floor As spotlights shine on the actors Playing brief scenes of passion, anger, fear, Grief That end when the lights dim out; The actors also confront us From time to time The next day On the drive home My wife searches online and finds A restaurant called The Little

My fantasy baseball team, the Fern Hill Herring, is in first place by half a point. Fantasy baseball is possible because actual baseball can be quantified very granularly. These days, every at-bat, every hit, every stolen base, in fact every freaking PITCH, is observed, recorded, entered into a data base, distributed into the domain of 1s and 0s that make up the Internet, and then sliced and diced and redistributed t

The sun has set, my Saturn Vue is motoring up the driveway, the goats are lining up along the fence of their pen. They are watching the car carefully, and perhaps they also are watching me behind the wheel. They expect me to feed them, which I will do soon enough. The food, which generally is hay, but sometimes banana peels or orange rinds, forms the basis of our caprine/human relationship. Nevertheless I like to thi

I spent at least 40 minutes constructing the sentence that is the title of this post, so I hope it proves satisfactory. My goal was to arrange the necessary clauses in a logical, coherent order, and without commas. Lots of information to pack together: the purchase of the toothbrush and the purchase price, the political affiliation of the vendor, the eventual outcome. Really, I could have used several sentences or a

The stickers for Hillary are still affixed to the rear bumper of my silver Saturn Vue. I am not sure if they communicate a message of defiance, nostalgia, laziness, or some amalgam of all three. Nevertheless, the stickers remain, at least for now. I can tell you that I feel hopeful when I see similar proclamations around town, on car bumpers or in windowsills or on tee-shirts, for Hillary, or Bernie, or Obama. I have

Freshly minted from a small, inconsequential college of liberal arts, Stuart Rosenstein surprised his parents, his longtime girlfriend, and even himself when he decided neither to apply to graduate school nor to seek his fortune at an insurance agency or stock brokerage, but instead to accept his uncle’s offer to assume ownership of the uncle’s retail appliance business, a ramshackle enterprise cemented in an unfashi

March 20, 2004 Are you a fan of Sir Zymogen? Are you key to Sir Z, also known as the Blue Knight, because of his blue-tinted armor and deep blue eyes that set girls’ hearts a-flutter? I am, most definitely. I have stood by him through thick and thin, from the fierce Revenge of the Cloud People of Ish 151 to the terrifying Lizard Death March of Ish 196. I even liked the last story, and nothing was quite as hokey