Duck and Covid

I gave myself a haircut a couple of weeks ago. I believe this was the first time after 66 years of living (Birthday on Wednesday if you are asking) that I have attempted such a feat in personal grooming. Yes, I have done some manscaping for which I was encouraged by a sudden parallel enthusiasm for landscaping prior to my kids’ sale of the marital home. The house was going to be this month’s blog topic but the ongoing ‘panic-demic’ is chewing up all the space in my head for the usual downbeat whimsy so I will stick to the current events.

It’s Oscar Bleak

For full disclosure it should be revealed to my handful of readers that I am in the film business so to speak.  My company, Unobstructed View Inc., is the longest running film distribution show  in Canada, now heading into its 27th year of existence.  We focus mainly on the digital and home entertainment platforms – we still sell DVDs and Blu-rays, the vinyl of the film business – and we only had one real theatrical release this past year.  That would be the …

The Not So Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

I might have mentioned that the only series previous to Amazon Prime’s The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel  that I had binged was Mad Men.  Well worth the investment for to this day I contend it was the best drama series ever created for American television for reasons that have been enunciated over the years by better writers than me.  Mad Men was recommended to me by my long suffering Senior Vice President In Charge Of Anger Management and for that I owe her.  As an …

Take Me Out Of The Ball Game

I actually started to write this installment over a year ago with the announcement to one Elliot Eisen that I would not be taking any of his season seats to the Toronto Blue Jays that season.  Major League Baseball had mandated  netting in front of the seats between the baselines because people were either stupid enough to take infants and small children into seating areas within the spray area of a foul ball or were more interested in their not-so-smart phones.  Or both.  …

This One’s for Howard

I have not posted in a while. I turned 65 earlier this year which kind of makes the whole idea of this blog kind of moot for there is a huge difference between 60 and 65. When I turned 60 all I had to do was look over my shoulder and there were my 50s, still shiny like a fully loaded muscle car that had some good drives on it. Five years later, however, the 50s are distant and dusty, like that 1985 …

This Is Not The Way It’s Supposed To Be

Silly me. For those few who read the last year’s recap, you might recall me moaning over a lost relationship ad nauseum. Some people even said there were some things in there better kept to myself. And they were probably right. In this dystopian nightmare of a world what relevance can we glean from romantic problems of an old man? Fittingly, the powers that be must have read the installment because they decided that they would give me something to really mourn.

Get Your Mind Out Of The Gutter.

The world doesn’t need another think piece on bowling. Robert Putnam’s 2000 book “Bowling Alone: America’s Declining Social Capital” was an essay on the death of bowling as a symptom of declining community engagement. Yes, bowling centres have disappeared – from 1998-2013 the number of establishments in the US fell from 5,400 to just under 4,000 which is a significant drop. Further, we can chart the death of bowling leagues as steady revenue for the lane operators as a metaphor for the end …

Let My Girlfriend Go

“Come by at 8:30. We can talk then.” Even though it was a text, I could feel the flat tone of my girlfriend’s mood coming through. The verdict was in and it did not sound promising. To be honest, I hadn’t thought it all through when I embarked on the “Second Seder Initiative”.  The notion was admirable – an unmarried guy throwing something special for friends and neighbors of whom he had been ‘shnorring’ for years.  Rosh Hashanah lunches at the Feldsteins, breaking …