Archive For January 31, 2018
Sometimes I got protected from my own self. From May 30, 1990. I begged. I pleaded. I implored. I cajoled. I just barely stopped short of whining. Now that I think about it, sounds like a recent date. Delta Epsilon Chi – Greek for ‘we’re young and you’re not’ – was promoting TRIKE JUMP XVI:…
Prologue. I went away on yet another boondoggle for a couple of weeks. Came back to find this actual live stuffed puppy had moved in. Except for when Norma Louise packed her suitcase, the clearest sign our relationship was in deep trouble. From February 14, 1990. – JDW Dear Jack D. How are you and…
Some opportunities come along once in a lifetime, which turns out to be false – yet again – about my days as a restaurant critic. The editor’s introduction calls for “a collection of highly readable and believable observations of the type you won’t find elsewhere.” You can see why I got the call. I got paid,…
I am sitting in my little house with my little wife and my big dog and my snazzy car, in a gated golf-course retirement community in Florida, many, many years later. And much, much wiser. If I do say so myself. From April 19, 1989 – JDW My folks called Sunday morning. The phone rang and…
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I told him once I envied him. He thought that was funny. So, I explained. He said so much in so few words and the art seemed to flow from him. From December 7, 1988. – JDW “My only compass for whether I’ve gone too far is the reaction I get from people in wheelchairs,…
Here’s what I wish. I am lucky as all hell. Start off with that. Give Little Donnie a get-out-of-jail-free card right from the start. He needs a mulligan. Bloated cheater. Here’s what I wish. Trump and me. We’re the same age. Supposedly the same height. Dr. Dickie or Richie whatever says you are in “excellent…
I knew a wonderful woman at the time and she got me back stage passes. From September 6, 1989. – JDWIt clearly states on page eleven of the Professional Columnist’s Handbook, a compelling first sentence is one of the keys to success in this business. However, throwing caution to the winds, in the interest of…
I have been writing off and on for over thirty years about global warming, climate change, the extinction of species. Including ours, sooner than later. This from January 3, 1990 – JDW I was invited and I actually went to a holiday brunch this past weekend and I found myself in conversation with one of…
Back in the day. The early early day. I distinctly remember William Jamison telling me one night at an art gallery opening, I distinctly remember him telling me, this neighborhood, full of derelict loading docks and empty warehouses and homeless winos with three-legged dogs, would someday be the jewel of the city. I told him…
“Brother Dog”, written by The Rose City’s Rick Rubin, appeared in Wild Dog #4:In Search Of The Inner Puppy (April 1993) – JDW Katherine, who lives up the street, was walking her yappy little yellow dog, and I was walking my shaggy black medium-sized dog. She mentioned her dog had been sick, and to the…