As a child, usually driving with my father (one always risked one’s life driving with my mother – and couldn’t truly appreciate the local color as we attempted to keep her on-the-road), I used to gaze at-all-of-the-homes we would pass, and try to guess the personalities of the people who resided within – as I […]

The Ultimate Oxymoron I was flummoxed as-to-what I should post for this Sun-Date: did I want to follow-up on Uncle Pete (who announced his resignation from ‘SC right after I wrote last week’s article); or did I want to discuss my new revelation that the Brits may very well have “let” the fledgling U.S. win

I have to begin this article with a disclaimer – what with the Little Boet reporting to me that he wasn’t aiming at my Big Head – but rather, at my Little Head, and, that his pellet gun was loaded.  Well, his pellet gun may very well have been loaded – but my Little Head

I was unable to write about what I had hoped to write about for this date – so I will substitute it with “sloppy seconds,” and, talk about USC football and Uncle Pete (Pete Carroll). I had been meaning to send-a-note-or-two to my beloved Times Sports section – but I knew they probably wouldn’t print

Suddenly there seems to be a plethora of American moralists attempting to describe the current state of affairs in South Africa: is it because of all the recent movies reflecting the new South Africa: “District 9”; “Invictus”; or, “End Game”?  Or is it in support of the 2010 World Cup to be hosted by South

So, Brother Paul has started to read my pennings (I told him that he was featured in more than one of my articles) – and, has quickly punned my website title of “Doctor’s Inn” to “Doctor Sin”: which I found rather clever, and perhaps, absolutely appropo. I did have to inform my Boet (Afrikaans for

If I remember the biblical story of The Tower of Babel correctly – it’s when no one was making sense to anyone anymore – thanks to divine intervention (intended to right the mess that the socio-economic world had come to [in some far distant point of the human past]). The point-of-the-allusion was: that no one

“Bug” is the nickname of my youngest (and hopefully last biological) son.  He scored a beautiful goal last week and I, sadly, and unfortunately, missed it.  But from Austen’s and Friend Carlos’s description of the event – I have been able to construct a vision of my Right Footer’s left-footed boot. I decided to write

Let me pause for a moment and reflect on the 46th anniversary of JFK’s assassination – most probably at the hands of the military-industrial complex.  Oops – what am I reflecting on the past for?  It’s best to stay in the present…and this is what I will attempt to do with Living in the Moment.

Thanksgiving has got to be my favorite holiday — and this year I had one-of-the-best, if not the best Thanksgiving I have ever had! Now I know that this particular essay will come out as November 15th — 2 weeks before my November 29th installment (for any regular readers who wish me to mind my