"Good luck, Mister Gorsky!" Okay, there was never a "Mister Gorsky" and Armstrong never said that.  But everyone else i...

Hearing the news that Ross Perot  had died earlier today was like feeling a punch to the gut of that persistent eighteen-year old in my ...

"What, me worry?"  Oh dear Mr. Neuman, if only the rest of us shared your eternal optimism.  What began nigh near seventy years ...

Two matters have persisted in my mind during the past several months leading up to Spider-Man: Far From Home .  The first, obviously, is ...

It's a line from a They Might Be Giants song: "Politics bore me".  And that's where I've found myself lately in life: ...

(It wasn't MY idea to start this post off with that, honest.  Thanks Nicole!) A note about this installment of Being Bipolar: it...

Last month marked the fortieth anniversary of one of my most favorite films: Ridley Scott's Alien .  It's one of the most perfect sc...

I'm coming to learn something about having your own home: it's a lot more work than I'd thought!  Maybe I should have paid more ...

"Soldiers, Sailors and Airmen of the Allied Expeditionary Force!  You are about to embark upon a great crusade, toward which we have ...

Look, it's NOT like this blog has become a red-headed stepchild to me.  Naw naw naw, far from it!  Hey, this site has now transpired ac...

For three days this past fall my dog Tammy and I were trapped in a motel room in the North Carolina mountains.  Hurricane Florence was thra...