Opinion

It’s good to know what true misery is as opposed to irritation, frustration, or annoyance, and now, thanks to influenza B, I am clued in.

It never fails to amuse me when dogs act somewhat human.

Winter can hit a person hard and when we drop down to zero and below and the wind is out of the north, I walk the deserted streets, no sign of civilization, just blinking red lights, and come home and see in the window the reflection of a wreck of a man, and I think, “Nobody knows you when it’s ten below.

I generally write my column on the verge of the deadline of my first newspaper (early in the morning on Mondays before I even have my coffee - rather, mostly while I’m having my first cup of coffee).

You only live once and once is enough if you do it right.

I walked into the neighborhood bank the other day and there in the lobby, loading the ATM machines, were two guys with fistfuls of money, bricks of $100s, $50s $20s, a sight I’d never seen before, perhaps a signal from alternative reality that my chance at bank robbery was here, but then I saw the third man, his hand on the pistol in his holster, and so instead I walked up to the cashier’s window and asked for a couple grand so I can make New Year’s gifts to doormen at our building and Mitch the plumber and our cleaning lady and also to some deserving children.I know it’s pitifully small-minded of me but I enjoy walking around with a $100 bill in my pocket.