Tell Me a Story

Can someone still be considered a friend even if you haven’t seen them in a zillion years? Bob Ray, who I worked with too many decades ago, ...

This morning I woke with the villain Crabby Appleton in my head. Why? Crabby was the main nemesis of gee-whiz boy hero Tom Terrific. His epo...

For starters, IF my father was still alive, today would be his 90th birthday. He died five years ago on Juneteenth. It was during my surger...

I woke up with Warren Zevon ’s Lawyers Guns and Money playing in my head. Well, I went home with the waitress, hey The way I always do, hey...

Woke up with Micky Dolenz singing (I’m Not Your) Steppin’ Stone in my head. Christ on a melting clock , I loved the Monkees and was so dis...

On this first morning of a new, hopefully better year, I woke from two brief odd, interesting dreams – vignettes, really. In the first, Ten ...

I often have dreams about a friend with whom I’d once been very close. He died about six and a half years ago from cancer. He was 67 years o...

I dreamed that Jen and I were in Berlin to visit my cousin Della and her husband. We were touring some sculptors studio. He made tall bronze...

I had a dream that Mick Jagger and Keith Richards came over for tea. Yes really. I had a dream that someone (undoubtedly a stooge for the Ta...

For the most part, I’m back to remembering my dreams. It’s been years since I’ve, consistently, been able to. 10,000 neurosurgeries will do ...