“If we don’t leave now, why bother going?” My wife has her luggage packed. My clothes are still piled on the bed. “Just two more emails,” I say. “It’s almost 11,” she folds her arms. “Won’t have to open the… Continue Reading
“Know the rules well, so you can break them effectively.” ~ Dalai Lama XIV As of January 1st, there’s no free parking on Sunday in San Francisco, your employer can’t demand your Facebook password, and there’s now a limit on… Continue Reading
My owners are off taking a break, so I offered to pound out Robb’s column on the old Selectric. This will be a quick yelp, since my double-dewclaws get hung up in the return key. Not sure why humans call… Continue Reading
“Can’t we leave it up just a LITTLE longer, Mom.” “No. It’s browner than last week’s bananas.” “PLEASE.” “No. It’s a fire hazard.” “Chris still has his up.” “Chris has a plastic tree.” Mom had me there, it was true.… Continue Reading
Every December, my wife and I clash on the most serious question of our time. Is fruitcake food or something far more sinister? My wife belongs to a not-so-secret society that LIKES fruitcake. I find this troubling. To me, the… Continue Reading
Dear Santa: Do you really read all the letters people send to you? I was listening to “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town…” It says that you’re making a list, and checking it twice. How come? Do we get a… Continue Reading
I love heartwarming headlines that reveal human nature. One such truth — no matter how badly you’ve screwed up, there’s always someone more inept. Proof? Minnesota’s Moon Rocks Missing No More. Ah, the “Gopher State,” their motto? “’Star of the North’… Continue Reading
Hey, kids. Christmas is coming up, and it’s time to work up your Santa-list and the even longer one for your parents. As a reformed child, I know that getting what you want requires determination and lack-of-discipline. Here are keys… Continue Reading
Since the days when cavemen had to find the convenience store without crossing the tar pits, we’ve all had to either give or receive directions. It’s a skill, like kissing and telling jokes, that everyone thinks they do well. My wife, Karin,… Continue Reading
“Hey Dad. You gonna pack the potato salad?” My son pointed to a container on the kitchen counter. “It’s been out all night.” I was the foreman on that day’s lunch-assembly-line. We were behind schedule, and I wasn’t looking for… Continue Reading
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