2009 Articles

When young Ron Howard was Andy Griffith’s son in Mayberry – I had a sense that all was right in the world.  Even if Don Knotts upset the apple cart every-now-and-then – we all knew that things would smooth out just fine.  And as Richie Cunningham – Ron Howard again brought a sense of apple […]

As anyone reads me knows, I didn’t vote this past Tuesday.  I’m done with voting – the Bushies ruined voting for me!  And I really don’t care if people lose their jobs in California, or, can’t get jobs.  For all I know, some dickhead consortium will manage to cut me out of my retirement when

Before I can explain poor Graham’s consternation in the dramatic change he saw in me – I have to provide a little background to the circumstances he initially met me in… Graham met me in my sophomore and junior years in college when I was probably as buff as I’ve ever been, and, sporting my

It was sometime in early 1985 that I picked Graham up from LAX.  I hadn’t seen him since the Summer of 1978 – when I worked as a lifeguard at Humewood Beach in Port Elizabeth, South Africa (my home away from home).  I had met Graham the year before – when I worked as a

On May 1, 2009 – HG finally brought over that absinthe he was telling me about (and that I was dying to try) – suffice to say, I believe I had too much of the stuff; though it had a wonderful anaesthetizing quality – I felt like I was in a cocoon – like I

I have often tried to calculate how many thousands-of-hours I have spent talking with people as a therapist.  I would venture to say some 13,000.  Now, I’ve met many-a-therapist who has logged many tens-of-thousands more,  but when I couple these psychotherapy hours with the tens-of-thousands of hours that I have spent teaching – I feel

It wasn’t too long ago that my Father and I had that “Who’s the Top Dog?” thang going for a hot minute —  when I finally opened up with both barrels and asked him to give me the name of anyone (save ol’ Dr. Broderick) – who had accomplished more than I had in their

I am so pleased that Chantel seems to like Ishmael as much as I do.  She suggested that she could meditate on each page for hours (as I once did) – and treat it like one might treat a Bible – or any other “holy” book for that matter. And I can use all-the-support-I-can-get these

Not too long ago – HG and I were sitting in my office drinking copious amounts of the fermented grape and listening to some of the recorded tunage of my old, Rock & Roll Daze.  HG asked me where the guitarist was – the guitarist in question being one, Ron Dehart.  I told HG that

As I contemplated how the United States got so fucked up – I tossed around a few ideas: 1)      We’ve always been this fucked up – being founded by Malcontents; 2)      Christianity has fucked us up; or, 3)      The Viet Nam War and the sex, drugs and R & R that became its flotsam and