I don’t remember who gave me the generous gift of a shiny red “My First Sony” Walkman sometime in the early ’90s, but allowance being what it was then for an early grade schooler, I could generally afford no more than cassingles.* The earliest cassette I recall being gifted was the Oliver & Company soundtrack, […]
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There’s a lot happening on the Internet these days that reminds me of the recovered memory, ritual abuse and multiple personality disorder crazes of yore. It’s not just an erosion of critical thinking skills as we retreat to online echo chambers, or the dissociative identity disorder nonsense that’s rampant on TikTok; it’s an all-purpose cultural
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My grandfather was one of those men who was widely and charitably remembered as a “character” by people too polite to call him an asshole. Friends, family, passing acquaintances, even Bob Costas — yes, he had a long-running personal beef with the smarmy sports announcer, the particulars of which we won’t get into here today
As a kid I saved a portion of my meager weekly allowance and spent the rest at the used bookstore. Located in a suburban strip mall alongside a sandwich shop, Payless shoe store, a rotating cast of tax preparation franchises and a Blockbuster Video, it was filled mostly with romance novels and Tom Clancy paperbacks.
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When my wife and I first started spending the night together, I had minimal knowledge of her troubled history with sleep. She cautioned that once she took her night meds she’d be zonked out, which indeed was the case, but she judiciously omitted a few piquant details that I’d have to encounter myself in due
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