Dad has a story about Manhattan. Last weekend, he relayed it for the billionth time. A protest of sorts, because he didn’t want to eat Mexican food. Did Dad order water and sulk? Get the Everything Platter and stink us out of house and home? Read on.Continue Reading

I’m behind, Dear Reader. The holidays smack anyone, but they steamroll stupid people. The world’s procrastinators. People who know they have a professional license requiring forty hours of continuing education, yet put off completing said hours until the last seconds of the year.

Yesterday, I sat through nine hours of lectures on the United States Income Tax Code. If ever I needed #DadIsWellHung entries………..I have more than a few. Let’s jump on them, shall we?Continue Reading