Sophisticated Lunacy

There comes a time in everyone’s life…
No.
That’s not right.  I don’t presume to speak for everyone.

Midnight arrived and, as expected, the subtle strains of Guy Lombardo found its way through the thin apartment walls amid loud cheering and laughter.
For Tim there was no reason to celebrate.  Depressed and alone, the happy sounds served only to mock him and make him feel even worse....

Many years ago when I lived in California I had a co-worker named Ron who lived in Arizona.  He used to constantly complain about “Snowbirds,” the term coined to describe these retired refugees from the North who invaded the state each year seeking refuge...

I haven’t done a rant in a while, but I have long-since surpassed my threshold for this type of blind ignorance and feel a serious need to brush aside the cobwebs from this blog and rage a little bit until I find some shred of serenity.  Or run out of...