Below The Fold

Come on down to Sancho’s. We’re playing there. (9ish, I think.)

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It was probably the most challenging week of my professional career.
Last week was a week of 12-hour days; bookended by long trips on the Light Rail. Although a round-trip ticket is half the price of a day’s parking downtown, I don’t think I’m a fan of the lost time; I can make it from [...]

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A long time ago, I conceived the Elderbelt. The Elderbelt is a belt worn by the elderly that detects any sudden changes in physical attitude or altitude and reacts by discharging an airbag. Broken hips, begone!
Well, it seems it was yet another idea I should have patented, because a version is on its way to [...]

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It’s been more than a year since I jumped on the Obamawagon. In that time, my stance has unwavered. Until recently.

Nine years ago, I officially ended my relationship with my synagogue. My Rabbi, the one who had presided over my sister’s naming, my bar mitzvah and her bat mitzvah, refused to perform my interfaith wedding [...]

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A number of years ago, Amy and I went bowling with a few friends. Monaco Lanes was a bit dodgy on occassion back then—nothing really seedy, but you’d get the wannabe gang-bangers with their playskool gats and freshly pressed do-rags drifting in and out. They were mostly kids from George Washington high school.
Anyway, after bowling, [...]

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