Posts Categorized: Nostalgia

The nutcracker

Do I find it unnerving after my last post clearly stated I am not given to nostalgic romps that my very next post is teed up by a nostalgic act? No, I do not. It’s tough enough coming up with blather to fill up this furshlugginer blog without going meshugeh. So, to begin. I was… Read more »

Computer memory

I’m not one to wallow in nostalgia or sit around knocking on doors in my head for old memories. But, occasionally, I do succumb to the siren call of past delights. Sometimes it’s the re-reading of an old book. Other times, it might be pulling out the sketchbook to seek inspiration from long-ago drawings. There… Read more »

Sweet and sour

For as long as I’ve been able to use my own discrimination to determine which entertainment fare I liked, three performers have always provided me the ability to move from sadness to, if not happiness, then at least something far less depressing than sadness. Danny Kaye, Gene Wilder and John Cleese are those three, each creating… Read more »

I’m so cross

It bears repeating (in light of today’s post) the origins of my expansive lexicon have their roots in Scrabble battles with Grandma, lots of reading and crossword puzzles. For many years I honed my talents, even subscribing to the monthly Dell Crosswords magazine. At my peak, I had reached Princely status (there were far more… Read more »

Priceless

It. Is. Time. Well past time, really. After 15 years of handing out hundreds of comic books every Halloween, I have finally whittled down my vast storehouse of comics to a single closet. Admittedly, a single highly and deeply stacked closet, but, yes, a single closet. So did it come to me that yea, ’twas… Read more »

We need less personality

Jumping from yesterday’s post, I referenced the loss of trust that exists across too many aspects of our lives. It goes far beyond the government or law enforcement. It’s pervasive in our school systems, our workplaces and even our homes. When trust is lacking, suspicion often fills the vacancy and nowhere is this more apparent… Read more »

Drawn out exercise

At a very early age, I began drawing. My doodles finally coalesced into something recognizable during my late single digit years and I kept at it for the following few decades. My earliest inspirations came from my two favorite things: comic books and fish. When I began to take myself “seriously”, that is, kept a… Read more »

Paperback memories

Now that I’m back in the reading saddle, I can see the end in the trail ahead.  Soon, all too soon, I’ll run out of “real” books and have to switch over to my Kindle. That’s okay, actually, since I need to catch up on the enormous backlog from my review group (sorry, gang!), but… Read more »