Captain’s Log – 051622 – Week 1: Pain, High C, Progress and Sucking
I am not a medical doctor nor have I ever played one on TV. The information contained herein is for entertainment purposes only. …
Captain’s Log – 050922 – The Challenge
Last Saturday a group of a dozen or so high school friends gathered for lunch at Brio’s Italian Grille in Pompano Beach. I…
Tyranny in School Zones – How to Survive Encounters with Mamasitas
It is 9:00 o’clock on a typical weekday morning in Southwest Miami. Traffic on SW 47th Street is moving at 4 feet per…
Fluorescent Sanctuary on a Rainy Sunday Morning
This is my home within my home. I share the space with my granddaughter who loves the fluorescent colors when the black lights…
Noche Buena
‘Twas the night before Christmas when all down my streetAll the neighbors were stirring, and it smelled like roast meat. The music was…
Captain’s Log – 020321 – Where’s the Shrimp?
In some of my previous posts I may have been somewhat less than ebullient about the Navigator’s navigational skills. My opinions were shaped…
Memories of Christmas Past
Fifty eight years ago our family celebrated our first Christmas in the United States. Our family had not achieved its final configuration as…
Why Were the Polls So Wrong?
Elmer was finally home after a hard day’s work. He, his wife Myrtle and son Rufus sat down to enjoy a quiet dinner…
Captain’s Log – 09272020: The Resurrection of the Epiphanies
It has been more than three months since the last log entry. Though nobody has been thoughtful enough to have actually asked, I…
Captain’s Log – 06112020 Rock of Ages
It is 3:50 AM and I am afraid as I begin this log entry. The darkness, usually a refreshing and revitalizing ally, has…