My Buddy

Now comes a letter from a fifth-grader from my beloved old school, announcing that he will graduate in 2016 and asking me to be his "reunion buddy," on the occasion of my 30th high school reunion. He describes his life and seems likable and enviable. If I...

Getting To The Opera

I lost track of Liz Morris. When I met Liz in the 1980s, she was the longest-standing subscriber to the Metropolitan Opera in New York. She was probably in her early 80s. As the longest-standing subscriber, she was granted the privilege of standing on the stage as a...

David Foster Wallace

This isn’t the first time that I’ve learned about someone famous only after he died. Living under a rock, as I often feel I do, I meet many creative people in their own obituaries. Alas. Alas, AnotherDavid Foster Wallace died in recent days. As the New...

Incognito

Funny, but when I wear my OTIS Elevator shirt, nobody knows me. I can walk around downtown and pass by people who actually know me pretty well — but they just don’t see me. They see the shirt. And they figure, "This guy must be an elevator repair guy."...

A Final Post After I Go

I’m not giving up the blog business. I’m just thinking about my final post. Isn’t the blogger’s final post on a tombstone? Here’s mine: What Inspired This Madness?I wrote my obituary today. It’s for later use. I once read that...