Rough Stone Rolling

What’s wrong with these kids today?

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I had a wonderfully colorful Uncle Jonathan that lived in Queens, NY who liked his cigars, scotch, Nick Carter paperbacks and Esquires. He wore a number of hats over the course of his life (each career capturing his attention momentarily) which followed a non-linear pattern, like an intercontinental ballistic missle that lost its fin. One vocation that [...]

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I think I’ve mentioned my wife, L., is a designer for an LA architectural firm and has, over the years, built a solid reputation for herself. Recently she took me on a tour of one of her company’s most recent projects– the LAPD’s Rampart Station. This command center watches over the city through several giant [...]

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The jury’s still out for me about Adam. Was he really the stronger of the two to so quickly and adamantly (get it? adamantly… what a card) refuse Lucifer’s offer, or was he just being the typical obtuse guy, like the ones who don’t need the instruction manual? ‘Cause there was just a flicker of [...]

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At my age I don’t concern myself much with being or appearing cool anymore, especially since I never really was. Even in college when everyone was sporting Flock of Seagulls hair and wearing two layers of Izod shirts– one collar up, one down– I was the guy with the short, parted Hitler Youth do and [...]

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  When I turned 40 I started attending an “old school” gym (formerly a Vic Tanny’s) occupied mostly by seniors– serious codgers whose rough, ropy, tanned bodies bore testimony of a lifetime of free weight worship. The oldest among them was a guy named Nick who in his 80’s still trained sweet, young thangs that [...]

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  All right, I know it’s been a ‘coon’s age since I last dropped by. Too many distractions have kept me away and when night comes my brain’s just been too fried to compose (resulting in five unfinished entries in the queue). But since we’re going away for a week on a camping trip, I thought I’d sneak [...]

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