THERE’S A DOG ON MY BED


I have two favorite books by the smoking hot, Mary Shelley— both of them speak to our time louder and with more clarity today than when they were first published back in the dawning of the age of steam engines, electricity, and gothic horror. I won’t discuss Mrs. Shelley’s The Last Man, which is the…
February 29th, the bonus day we get once every four years. It’s also when a strange little village in the Highland’s of Scotland comes to life for the day and four guys in plaid jackets give the concert they never had a chance to give in the 1950’s because their plane crashed with Buddy Holly,…
What is a calling? Alright, I’ll bite. A calling is something you’re willing to sacrifice everything for. Well, that’s very cliché. Yes, it is. Terribly. What else? Dig deeper. Okay, let me riff here, you know, stream of consciousness stuff. Do it. Go. Okay, well, without the realization that you are driven by something greater…
My dad joined the US Army at 17 years old, that’s him on the far left standing next to my Uncle Adolph. My grandfather, that’s him on the right standing next to my grandmother, had to sign for my Dad because he was a minor. Dad was assigned to the 37th Infantry Division (Buckeyes) during…
Morton Hull: Do you realize that more people will be watching you tonight, than all those who have seen theater plays in the last forty years? Chance the Gardener: Why? — Being There BEING THERE is a brilliant film. If it were remade today it would have to include the binge watching that is currently…