Not my Dad.As I write this my father is in the ICU with COVID thousands of miles away and I have to get some of these feelings out of me and into…Dec 31, 2020Dec 31, 2020
Twas the Last Night in the White HouseFour weeks post election, and in the White houseNov 28, 2020Nov 28, 2020
One in 110,000I met John in Manhattan while I was there to perform in a standup show. It was my first show located in a New York borough that was not…Aug 20, 2020Aug 20, 2020
Broken Arm, Metal Dave, and My Summer of 21One summer day, when I was 21, I shattered my elbow in three places. How? I will tell you!Aug 6, 2020Aug 6, 2020
V.I. WarshawskiGrowing up in the throes of poverty I didn’t get to experience a lot of luxuries. My father and I lived in hotels, homeless shelters, and…Feb 10, 2020Feb 10, 2020
West Side Horror StoryIn a summer in the century of our lord 2100, I worked as a bartender in the Berkshires, Massachusetts. The place was called Spice and at…Jan 12, 2020Jan 12, 2020
