Walking to the bus stop one morning, I noticed a 1960s-style peace symbol on the wall, behind a window, in the upstairs bedroom of the ‘model’ house at the corner.It’s … [read more]

Usually it’s just me and Mom and my sister Katrina, at our Saturday morning breakfasts. Sometimes Katrina brings her friend Adelle. Other than the presence of Adelle, all the breakfasts are basically the same, so it’s been a while since I’ve written about the breakfasts. … [read more]

Should I apologize for this week’s batch of movies? Nah, but be forewarned: I’ve been in the mood for schlock and ‘bad cinema’, and most of these turned out ‘bad’ in the wrong way. … [read more]

Buses sometimes get bunched, which means one bus has been delayed by traffic for so long that the next bus on the route is right behind it, instead of however many minutes behind it’s supposed to be.From … [read more]

You know I’m a fan of public transit, but my favorite part of the work commute isn’t riding the bus, it’s being downtown, amidst the bums and lowlifes. … [read more]

There’s a genuine working phone booth at the bus stop on the island, and waiting for my bus back to the city a few days ago, a scruffy-looking teenager came by and checked the coin return. … [read more]

I’ll tell you at the top, there’s no punchline or point to this piece. Usually I write about
what’s on my mind, and today that’s poop, or the lack of poop.The … [read more]

On Millionaires’ Island, all the men are skinny and white and most have beards. … [read more]