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January 30, 2012
My Son, the Alien Boy

I’ve been worried about my son ever since he started getting bounced out of day-care centers 20-odd years ago. Now he’s a strapping young man with a good heart and an inquisitive soul, and those years of Ritalin prescriptions and parent-teacher conferences are well behind us. |READ|

Knockin’ On Aging’s Door

Here’s one good thing about getting older: There’s no lack of advice about it. And yes, now that you ask, I just happen to have some of that advice right here. |READ|

Gifts for All of Us

Steve Goldman tells this great joke. I suppose every classical musician in the world has heard it, but I hadn’t. |READ|

Of Old Karaoke Tunes and Slowly Fading Stereotypes

Once I saw a man at a redneck karaoke bar and wondered what on earth he was doing there. He was a head taller and far better dressed than anybody else: white shirt, French cuffs, silk tie. Plus he was the only black man in the place. |READ|

Stranger in a Strange Land

I have been surrounded by women all my life; more so, I think, than most males. It’s got nothing to do with hunkiness – note photo  – it’s circumstances, mainly. Pure chance. Or … is it?

The Arts and My Calendar: It’s a Year-Round Affair

Well, here we are with Halloween right around the corner, and by “right around the corner” what I mean is that it’s practically over already. At least, so goes the calendar for me. Planning and writing a monthly magazine in advance means that by the time everybody else gets around to enjoying a seasonal event, it’s yesterday’s paper to me.

The Education of an English Major Turned Business Owner

In college, I majored in English. A year ago, I became a private business owner for the first time in my life. I don’t think I need to tell you much more than that. There are only two reasons my business – a tanning, waxing and nail salon in Winter Park – has a chance to succeed. One: My wife is running it. Two: She pretty much ignores every suggestion I make, which is to say our relationship is the same as ever.