Past Imperfect – #490

Note: To give this one some context, it was originally penned a few days after the Trump inauguration in early 2017. The echo of truth, especially in the last few lines, is blaring even louder nearly four years later… Jeanne: “I can’t believe what is going on over […]

Past Imperfect – #587

Prunella: “Will this car take to me to Broadsplat Station?” Driver: “Well, this is a cab, and I know where that is, so, probably. But you gotta leave the bird.” Prunella: “I don’t get the reference. What bird?” Driver: “The one in your hands. The one that is […]

Past Imperfect – #523

Greta, left: “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll try to do better.” Henry, right: “Splendid. So let’s review what we’ve just learned.” Greta: “I will stop stealing vodka from your private stock and then trying to seek validation by sharing said stock with my impressionable friends.” Henry: “Good. And?” Greta: […]

The Knocked-On Door Strikes Back

Dear Friends (some of whom apparently consider me a sociopath, but in a pleasant sort of way), I always get great satisfaction out of reading the comments on my posts, but I must say that the responses on yesterday’s bit of scribbling exceeded my already-high expectations. Something aligned […]

Past Imperfect – #327

It was the wedding of the decade, with the rich and famous for miles around flocking to view the nuptials. The reception afterwards was a smashing success, with the flashbulbs of the paparazzi lighting up the night and the gossip columnists rhapsodizing in the evening editions of all […]

Present Imperfect

Once upon a time (okay, it was just a few days ago), a comment appeared on one of my posts. I’m always pleased by comments, relishing both the input and the opportunity to provide meaningful output. But in this case, things went a bit deep… The commenter shared […]

Past Imperfect – #560

Ricardo: “I sense that you have something to say.” Carole: “I always have something to say. But there are rare occasions when I have enough decorum about me to realize that I shouldn’t say something. This is why I’m not looking at you, so you won’t ask me […]