Knock on the senior citizens center door and a woman will answer you with a question: Salsa aerobics or camera obscura? Sounding a bit cryptic — almost like there’s some code or Latin phrase required for entry — it turns out, all that’s needed is some form of ID in exchange for a key to the darkened room up a flight of stairs.
Sometimes the people you meet on a plane just want to sleep and ignore you. That’s cool: I’ve been that guy. But sometimes you somehow get upgraded to the Economy Comfort section when what you really thought you were doing was just asking for an aisle seat. For 30 bucks I got a great seat and an even better story. Read More
Skye, David and Taylor pause for moment in the heart of Times Square.
If our family had a coat of arms or a crest, written underneath it — probably in ancient Scottish Gaelic — would be the phrase, Never pay retail. I’m referring, of course, to my wife’s obsession with always finding a deal. This is never more evident than when we go on vacation.
TNT’s Men of a Certain Age starred Andre Braugher, Ray Romano and Scott Bakula.
I just sealed up the little red envelope and put it in my mailbox. I am sorry I had to say goodbye to my three new friends, Andre Braugher, Ray Romano and Scott Bakula. If you are a man of a certain age — your 40s, 50s or 60s — You really should check out the pitifully short television run of Men of a Certain Age.
2012 was a mixed bag of popcorn when it came to movies. There were certainly some fine films that were eventually nominated for Oscars. But it felt like some of the smaller films, the quieter ones, snuck into my psyche and stuck around long afterward.
I’ve heard about this happening, but it’s always been to other people, not me. My brothers have talked about it; my cousins have experienced it. Heck, I first heard about it from my father, of all the awkward ways to learn about something like this.
But I’m turning 50, and like every other guy out there (and yes, women too) it’s just a natural inevitability. Read More
I first met Hugh Grannum decades before I had the honor of working with him. We were in a crowded Ypsilanti gym covering a basketball game together. I was the young photographer, star-struck by getting a chance to speak with the veteran shooter, an icon in Detroit journalism.
What can I say? I’m taking this whole end-of-the-world thing seriously. If Mother Earth does a pole dance and sticks the North Pole where the sun don’t shine, then I want to take this opportunity and wish you all a merry end of the world.