
In Recollection of Past Mischief
I spent years working hard for the usual reason: dire financial necessity. But fortunately, my work life granted me all sorts of silly situations and moments that I, at least, found spiritually sustaining.

Of Cake and Compliments
It's Christmas Eve, and I've been making cakes and receiving compliments.

And The FBI Has Lost My Fingerprints
This sort of thing happens to me quite a lot.

I'm in Boston and that means I'm obliged to get falling-down-drunk with friends on St Patrick's Day. Ireland's nationalist movement needs a good, alcoholic kick once a year, and if I have to wake up in a pool of someone else's vomit, so be it. I'll do anything for a good cause. Oh, today's card? Sorry Irish people.