Category: Jay

Holding Back The Years

I have been feeling pathetically old lately. I’m actually only 51, but the gray-haired stranger that stares out of the mirror at me is someone who (to me) looks far closer to joining Marley (who was dead, make no mistake about that) than I’d…

3-Day Camp Mail

Hey, all. An unusual feature of the Susan G Komen 3-Day breast cancer walks is that families, friends, co-workers, supporters, and so on are encouraged to send notes, cards, and the occasional canned ham to the walkers and crew at camp. I can tell…

San Diego

HELLO WORLD I will be taking part in the 2018 San Diego Susan G Komen 3-Day in a few weeks (November 16-18), walking sixty miles in three days to raise funds for the fight against breast cancer. This will be my eighteenth walk as…

Greetings from Abilene

Behold, common, everyday hotel laundry room equipment.   On the left, the humble dryer. On the right, the serviceable but modest washer. Guess which one I happily loaded clothes into, added detergent to, dumped coins in, and then sat and watched for a good…

I Hate My Brain

My brain lies to me all the time. Right now there is nothing wrong with my life. Everything’s okay. Work is fine. I’m not over my head in debt. The weather’s fine. I need to lose about 40 pounds (okay, that’s one major dissatisfier), but…

Marching Into Oblivion, Part 2

A few days ago I wrote about how depressed I am about: not having had kids realizing that when I die I have no one to stick with getting rid of all my junk, and realizing that my life is pretty much just “blah”…

Credit Where It’s Due

I’ve spent more time than I really should’ve bitching about how much I hate birthdays. (Correction: how much I hate my birthday. Others’ are fine.) Well, it’s time to give credit where it’s due. This year, for my 51st birthday, Carole really stepped up, and…

Marching Toward Oblivion, Part 1

In a few short years I won’t exist anymore. That’s true of everyone, obviously. To the best of my knowledge, everyone dies in the end. Some of us are fortunate enough to die happy, surrounded by family, secure in the knowledge that those they…

Pickles and Wines, and That

For the first time in my entire life, I’m running for public office. Namely, for the not-terribly-impressive position of “Justice of the Peace” in my little 4,000-person town of Richmond, Vermont. “Justice of the Peace” (the Vermont version, anyway) isn’t exactly what you may…

Adventures on the Baltic Sea

Warning: the following blog entry will contain details and photos of someone else’s vacation, which in all honesty is like saying “we’re going to bore you stupid and make you envious at the same time.” I don’t know for a fact that sharing photos…

Please Support Me in the 2018 Susan G Komen 3-Day

Newsflash: breast cancer kills around 40,000 people each year in the United States alone. Newsflash: over 250,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year in the USA. Newsflash: 1 in 8 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer at some point in…

Birthday Blues

Thursday, September 20, 2018 is my 51st birthday. I mention this not because I want you to post a semi-automatic “Happy Birthday’ message to me on Facebook or Twitter. In actual point of fact, I’ve marked my birthdate “hidden” on Facebook and on Twitter……

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