Okay then. So, singers. We've been talking about, thinking about singers, some unusual singers from the past, and some strangely beautif...

Whew. How can it be Monday already? Anyway, I don't think I've ever had as much trouble as I did with yesterday's post, and ...

Of all the weirdnesses I’ve produced on this blog, this may be the weirdest. I don’t know what got me onto this, and it was not even a new...

This falls under the category of why the hell am I doing this. You fall down the rabbit hole of a past you didn't even enjoy very mu...

Hard to caption these, though many of them seem to come from the mists of antiquity. What strikes me is how different my view of them is...

So which is what? Which one of these honkin' old brick buildings is McKeough School, where I attended from 1959 to 1964 (though it ...

These slabs of stuff were the building blocks of my childhood. My Dad would bring them home for me from his school supply store, which als...

Please excuse the Spanish subtitles; I know they're moronic, but I can't find a version without them. This is "my scene",...

What is it about you, Harold Lloyd? What's the mystery? Part of it is, of course, the fact that you are plain gorgeous. Add to that supe...

This is from way-hey-hey long ago, 1996 I think, my newspaper column period, in which I turned out literally thousands of the things. How w...

We all knew it had to happen. For the past several years, reports on her health had been increasingly bleak. At the end, all we had were a f...

I don't know if it's really gonna be like this, but Cavalia, a travelling horse show which is billed as a kind of Cirque de Soleil w...

This is the best of times, and the worst of times, all glommed together. Things are particularly sweet with my grandkids. For Ryan's 5t...

The "It's Life, Jim, But Not As We Know It" polka.

Guess I better say something about this. Before he became a total self-parody and general all-around show biz phenomenon, Shatner liked to s...

Do I know anything about Dorothy Collins? No. Except that she kicks the hell out of this song. I heard Cleo Laine sing it many years ago and...

There are things I just don't get. As a writer, getting publishers to give me the time of day is extremely difficult. It's even hard...

Rain fell on Skagit Valley. It fell in sweeps and it fell in drones. It fell in unending cascades of cheap Zen jewel...