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Halloween Parade

A long time ago my mother made a chicken-wire and paper maiche lobster costume which I marched around in for a local parade; stumbling and humbled by insults from unseen faces. We finished the marching about and received some 'honorable mentions', but our efforts still managed to be seriously outdone compared to the soon-to-be-surf-board-mogul's very creative wife, who air brushed custom foam costumes into compelling and sophisticated Halloween couture for her kids.

Only now do I really see the benifits of this training for living in the modern world...

Boo!

Fall over

Rhoda Morgenstern once said when describing her move to Minneapolis...
"I figured it's so cold... I'd keep better."

The same applies to me.

Low Tide in the Fall

The leaves are falling and the "tide" is low in so many ways. With the water this low you can see all the details.

But business waits for nobody, and there is no real time off...

Is that even possible anymore?

Puppy Love

He isn't a puppy anymore... but she is. Look who's holding paws!

Angels In America

Flying over us, way up high in the crystalline blue sky just like this one, they are said to look down upon us. Visitations from Angels are described in sacred texts, however I don't accept anybody else's version but mine anymore. Sorry in advance.

Over the weekend I watched both DVDs of the HBO movie... all six hours of it. About ten years ago I saw the play, both parts on the same day... and it was about for the same length of time.

This was a repeat performance in a couple of ways.

Memories of the walk home across mid-town between the matinee and the evening performance are crystal clear to me even today. Waves of shock, recognition and loss hit me as I crossed the Avenues going toward the eastside. I cried as I walked and then stiffened with anger and resolve. Prior Walter was me even though I wasn't sick. And there was that other thing...

I had dinner on Roy Cohn once with the "friend" he introduced to Ronald Reagan in the White House as was documented in a Life magazine I once leafed through unknowingly. He had been my "friend" before he met the infamous Mr. Cohn.

Odd, the places you can find yourself... in retrospect. You can be at the center of everything, and the center of nothing all at the very same time.

The Labrador Purse

First seen on the catwalks in the most exclusive couture fashion shows in Paris and Milan, the latest in chic accessories has hit North America...

Now you too can have a Labrador puppy handbag!

The Morning Gibberish Song

When the dog and I get up in the morning lately, I sing this, or some similar version of it, while performing the standard morning absolutions...

Tortellonifish,
His name means marscaponi-ish,
someone made that porcelain dish,
put it in a bag of fish
and never made another wish.

:::repeated with multiple variations:::

It's sung in a booming off key baritone, sometimes with surprising variations that even I don't see coming; lines are reversed, new verbs are swapped in and out... it's oddly calming.

Does anybody else out there do anything like this?

Or do I just need to up my medication and never mention it again to anyone...

Go Team America!

This morning I made a brief walk from my office to the nearest Post Office... and mailed my absentee ballot off to home. Luckily this task corresponded with purchasing a BLT and a coffee, but I digress.

I have now cast my vote in the US presidential election from a remote foreign location, the province of Ontario Canada.

The clerk weighed in with a brief conversation about the subject.

"Oh, I don't want to talk about that too much..."

Lets go boating...

Welcome aboard! Your captain is back...