This column’s a lot easier when someone else writes it for me. Think I’m bad for skipping a week or several? My brother’s got the right idea, he writes every fifteen or twenty years.

This is a reprint of a letter we just came across. You don’t have to know the names of the people he mentions. If you love Rockaway, you’ll get it.  And who knows, your tear ducts might get a work out.


This is a love letter to a small town between the green ocean and the tranquil bay and is filled with everyday saints who don’t know they’re holy and would laugh if you told them they were.

Peggy, my darling wife and life partner, died of leukemia on January 24 at the cruelly obscene age of 42, just four short years after we moved to Rockaway. We had

As you know, I like stating the obvious. I think the fact that I can spell subtle is about as subtle as I get. And the obvious point I’d like to make is that I’m no sophisticate. I don’t like opera but I have a friend who does. Does that count? Anyway, the basics: my palate can’t tell the difference between Dom Perignon and Cold Duck. I like Ragu and have never called Italian sauce, gravy. Pigs in a blanket over sushi any day of the week. I don’t know my tailor by his first name—although I

Man, these young people. What is wrong with them? Back in ancient times, we had fake draft cards and birth certificates. Kids now are trying to get fake AARP cards. They feel old and are going to retreats to deal with it.       

“What can death teach me about life?” and “What are the unexpected pleasures of aging?” Not surprisingly, these deep thoughts are not mine. They are actually sections in a bookshelf at a resort called the Modern Elder Academy.

I hate when you can’t tell if you’re

A brother who will remain nameless was thankful I didn’t include Vikings on my list of favorite bingeable series. He couldn’t get past Gabriel Byrne’s hairpiece in Episode 1 and bailed.

A very un-Viking thing to do. I just took the hairpiece as another form of armor.

Vikings was actually recommended to me by the son who will remain nameless and because I was trying to stay on his good side, I stuck with it. And then got hooked. I’ve finished six seasons and can’t wait for more. 

The show is

In last week’s RT we suggested you give a listen to This American Life, a weekly radio show on NPR and also available as a podcast. I know some of you ancients don’t know what a podcast is but I’m telling you, branch out, get crazy, try it. It’s an audible thing, ya know, like a mobile Victrola. You can listen to podcasts on your computer or cell phone, if you’ve moved up from a flip phone.

There are podcasts on any, and I mean any, topic you can think of. Whatever it is, somebody’s talking

There’s no pleasing me. I’m glad we’re getting the extra hour of sunlight with Daylight Savings but losing an hour is kind of a steep price at my age.

Though some would tell me I’ve got the wrong outlook. Age is a mindset, they say. Kind of like back pain; it’s all in your head.

Don’t worry, I’m not gonna go all jump-off-a-cliff like Lazer did in his column a couple of weeks back. No, quite the opposite.

I was listening to a couple of guys on some podcast and they made the case that you

You know I can’t resist dropping a proverb on you that was dropped on me: “If wars were fought with words, Ireland would rule the world.”

Of course, there are a couple of variations on what’s keeping Ireland from ruling the world but it’s hard to argue that it rules a good chunk of Rockaway this week, including this column. I’m guessing a lot of people who live in New Orleans hate Mardi Gras. They can do without the crowds and the madness. I’m guessing a few feel the same way about Parade Day

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