Reviewed by Tony Farrell “Do not go gentle into that good night,” wrote Dylan Thomas sixty years ago, and all his poetry, he used to say, tried to offer a…
Dear Santa, Yes, that’s right. It’s me. After all these years. You were probably expecting letters from my children, weren’t you? Well, keep your eye out; they’ll be along shortly.…
Reviewed by Tony Farrell We’ve all seen great Broadway productions get turned into Hollywood movies, but you can probably count on one hand the number of films that have gone…
Left, right, left, right - okay, now I'm in the groove. Just keep the stride going for ten more minutes, and the treadmill odometer will hit that magic three-mile mark.…
All right, kids, you've waited all year for it, and now it's finally here. Time for our annual trip to the beach, and pretty soon we'll be on the road…
You were just a trembling pup all those years ago, only eight weeks old when we picked you from the litter. We brought you home in a box filled with…
Okay, here we go, let’s see if we can get you to catch. It’s just a tiny flame at first, gnawing away at the edge of some crumpled newspaper. now…
That’s okay, kids. Go ahead and laugh. I don’t mind. After all, it’s not every day you get to see your dad crawling across the wet lawn on his stomach,…
Yes, yes. We know, we know. Here we are again, right on schedule. Time again for our one-size-fits-all, here-we-are, look-at-us, oh-how-wonderful-we’ve-been-this-year, annual holiday letter. We submit it to you on…
So here I am again, standing at the end of the walk with the flashlight in my hand. Up at the front door, past the jack o’ lanterns on the…