The only possible excuse for my not already owning a deep red fedora is that I am not fond of shopping. I am certainly not fond of shopping for a particular item. Indeed, I liken the recent formal necessity for navy blue shoes to having an aspirin dissolve in one's mouth before it can be... Continue Reading →
The original fish
The earliest memory I have of my integrity being called into question was when I was twelve. Our headmaster took one class a week called "Creative Writing". I do believe this lesson was supposed to teach us to use our imagination at the very stage when most of us stand on the painful cusp of... Continue Reading →
That elusive pair of jeans 