Beers at the Nifty

Erin Go Bragh … Ireland forever! Or, Ireland until the end of time…                                                                                                               It also means Ireland until Doomsday, mildly

Went to a party last weekend; I was the only one there who didn’t have a podcast. While I’ve never

As part of my Lenten self-improvement plan, I’ve begun ‘advance grumbling’. Why put off until next Sunday what you can

All I want to know is where I’m going to die. Then I’ll never go there… A fairly simple question.

A residue of sorrow: Being reminded what really matters. Which is a lot less than we believe. Or maybe its

My Captor and I have been to a lot of Super Bowl parties through the years – haven’t we all?

February must have small-month-itis (AKA Little Month Syndrome or Napoleon Calendar Complex), because it feels like January is bullying him.

Cold enough for you? Weather small talk, most effective with the closest of friends, or the strangest of strangers. Asked

Sadly, Bob Weir died this week. He was 78 and had cancer, so not a surprise. His definitely a lived

I’m tired of asking Eeyore for resolution advice. He believes the exercise pointless: “We are who we are, there’s no