I’m positive my wife violated a wedding vow. It’s that one about pampering me in sickness and health. “The word ‘pampering’ wasn’t there,” Terry claims. All that vow requires, according to her opinion, is to love me even when I’m not faking the 24-hour bubonic plague to get ...
Insults have lost their charm. The world would be a less angry place if we laced our crass with class. It’s hard to chuff when you’re chuckling. Bertie Wooster of PG Wodehouse’s Wooster and Jeeves novels didn’t sink to plebian put-downs like “idgit” or “stupid-head.” His ...
Sheba studied us as we hung up our coats in the church foyer. “Did you notice,” she said to my wife, “that guys hang their clothes facing right, but we hang ours facing left?” Terry nodded. “Why is that? I can’t get Burt to hang things in the right direction.” Randy, ...
One of the coolest things about being a humor writer is that if you get busted at work scrolling through memes on social media, you can claim it’s research. Not that I’m not confessing to anything. In a completely unrelated matter that I don’t care to explain, let me share some of my ...
A mystique used to surround people who were in charge. I knew that to be put in charge of a group, business or sovereign country, a person met the highest standards and strictest credentials for stellar leadership and impeccable decision-making. That illusion shattered the first time a boss ...
Whatever happened to the humble but loveable handkerchief? I don’t mean the fancy square of silk decorating a suit jacket, nor the monogrammed Sunday handkerchief that showed up under Christmas trees. I’m talking about a big ol’ pocket rag meant to mop sweat and carry snot. For us ...
