I am probably the worst wing man in G-d's Creation. When I go out with someone I want all the attention on me, not on every good looking stranger who walks into a bar. That's probably true regardless of the friend's sexual persuasion; my usual stance is that no one is good enough for them anyway. I suppose, that's one reason I don't go out all that ( Read more... )

Columbus Day was two weekends ago and the record should reflect that the weather was rather like yesterday, cool in the morning and gradually warming up by the afternoon. By then, it was warm enough to take Mom's barco lounger for a spin. We looked for the afghans she had on her birthday, but they seem to have disappeared. So, we made do with an ( Read more... )

Summer returned with a vengeance this week, perhaps in anticipation of Hurricane Earl's scene-grabbing cameo (due, mercifully, to miss wide of its mark.) The crowds flock to a different side of the #7 tracks; the Mets are pretty much out of post-season contention, so now it's time to attend the U.S. Open tennis matches ( Read more... )

St. Michael's landed in Brooklyn this evening for a 4th of July Eve baseball game between two major league farm teams, the Brooklyn Cyclones and the Hudson Valley Renegades ( Read more... )