Snoopy, Scooby, Lassie and Rin Tin Tin don't make this list.
Let’s begin with something I posted on Facebook on Wednesday: “Hey, all you ‘flip-flop’ people, I refer you once again to the authoritative Beach Boys: T-shirt, cutoffs, sandals, pair of thongs. We’ve been having fun all summer long.” Until around a decade or so ago, the only time I’d ever heard the rubbery, summery footwear...
Born on a mountaintop in Tennessee, greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods so's he knowed every tree; kilt him a b'ar, when he was only 3.
Looking out at the years gone by like so many summer fields ... I don't know how to tell you all just how crazy this life feels.
Phil in the blanks.
The beach is a place where a man can feel he's the only soul in the world who's real -- The Who, "Bell Boy."
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, with a pink carnation and a pickup truck.
How much does it cost? I'll buy it. If time is all we've lost, I'll try it.
Slip out the back, Jack. Make a new plan, Stan.
I had written a marginally clever lead-in to this week’s list, and the list itself, but this stupid blog software has been misbehaving all day and thus nothing got saved. Hope my swearing didn’t wake up any neighbors. And, since it’s nearly 1 a.m. on what’s technically a vacation day for me, I don’t really...
All our debts are in arrears; the dog has not been fed in years; it's even worse than it appears. But it's all right.
No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes.