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Uncle P Answers Santa’s Mail
Dear Santa, Can you bring me a new name for Christmas? My mom stuk me with one of theese stupid made up names and I hate it. I can’t even spel it. I just
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An Abbreviated History Of Alcoholics Anonymous
Before Caesar, before Alexander the Great, before Ramses II, before mankind figured out axle and wheel, humans were fermenting grain and fruit and making hooch. From day one, some people couldn’t stop drinking. Billions
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Why The Old People Don’t Cry At Funerals
When I was young, and 75% of the people at a funeral were older than me, I noticed that the older they were, the less likely they were to cry. I wondered why. My
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Gentle On My Mind
This is a story about peace – but first, indulge me the chance to play meteorologist, not in forecasting, but in reporting, my way, a gentle autumn Sunday in the American south, “The weather
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Billboard Lawyers
When I was a kid, lawyers had an aura, the profession was Up Here (picture my hand raised high)… and now they have to stoop to buying their Up Here on billboards, just dragging
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The Water Into Wine Funeral
So there I am, second row, behind the family, the paternal grandmother of the boy to my left, the maternal grandfather of the boy to my right, the mother, there she is, one chair
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The Family 9/11
Many zip codes away, two parents are signing organ donor forms for their son, age 16. Friday was innocent, until it wasn’t. Small school football, makes a routine tackle, doesn’t get up. Sirens to
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Somebody Has To Do The Wondering
Saw a pack of youngsters, all looking at their phones, such a different way of growing up, and I wondered, will their brains turn out different than mine? Even among my age peers,
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Secrets To My Sanity
I avoid politics like I avoided little green peas on my childhood plate. There’s so much news, it goes so fast, what seemed so Crisis! yesterday is today barely mentioned, and there it
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The Home Road
There came a recent day, where I handed the keys of the building to the agent. We shook, we parted, we glanced at the time. It was before noon, and Eighty-one, this business, this
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