Good-bye, Paul. Hello, Artie
I had not even graduated from high school before I decided that Simon and Garfunkel were my favorite music group. I had bought “Wednesday Morning, 3 A. M.” (on vinyl,
A Wrench Is All You Need (an anti-rant)
I use this space to get things off my chest from time to time. I try to alert readers that I’m going on a tear by adding “A Rant” to
On Losing a Friend
Brian and I have been friends ever since our ordinations in 1973. We were clergy members of what used to be called the Southern New Jersey Annual Conference of the
Incompetent State Government (A Rant)
This past spring my wife, Evelyn, received notification of a small insurance policy that had been taken out for her father through some kind of firefighters’ organization. She never knew