One of the beauties of being retired is how my time is just that — MY time. Aside from the occasional appointment with this or that sawbones and having bills to pay, there’s almost nothing I have to do and nowhere I have to be. As a result, I am a-chronometric. Or to put it in plain ...

I’m in Nori’s cafe, sitting on the river side, coffee in one hand, pen in the other, my yellow legal tab on the table. There’s nothing unusual about that, since I do it every day, barring out-of-area travel, out-of-control contagion, or out-of-planet intervention. But a couple of ...

While I can’t remember how old I was when I first read the Jules Verne classic “Around the World in 80 Days” I do remember falling in thrall with its protagonist, Phileas Fogg. Fogg was the perfect British gentleman, who made a 20,000 Pound bet with members of his club that he could ...

I have always loved hole foods. Hold on. Before you become one more of my self-appointed proofreaders/critics like my pal Danny Spada, let me say “hole foods” was not a mistake. Instead, it revers to literal hole foods, namely bagels and doughnuts. When I think of those two, I ...

I’m in Nori’s, about to meet up with my pal, Gary “The Griper” Piper. The Griper got his nickname because in the course of any conversation, regardless or time, place or subject, he will inevitably complain about something. Say you mention the Olympics, in any context, and he’ll go ...

Early November has always been a dark time for me, literally and figuratively. The culprit is Daylight Savings Time — something that’s never made a lick of sense. So now it gets light an hour earlier, bringing joy unbounded to people who love to get up at dawn, damn their big bright ...