Piano

The kids are home from school and the first thing they want to do is veg.  In front of the teevee powervegging, too.  But in a divorced family, it’s Dad’s job to watch the clock and know just how long before their Mom comes to get them.  Dad has to watch carefully to make sure there’s enough time to practice piano.

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Sarcasm

I try to make myself understood as plainly as possible.  That’s not always easy since I like to write about topics that matter to me, many of which are a bit difficult.  Add to that a bent to use colorful images that I hope will stay with the reader, and my work often gets a bit dense.  I realize all of this, even when I do accidentally use a dollar word where a dime one would work.  What I rarely do, however, is use sarcasm to make a point.  Strangely, my lack of sarcasm and irony has probably gotten me into more hot water than anything else.

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Pitchman

His death came as quite a shock not only to me, but also to my kids.  He was a kind of idol in our family, someone we often imitated for fun but knew we were nowhere near as talented.  His performances were like no one else in his business, real works of art that could not be duplicated.  His unimaginable passing at the young age of 50 makes life itself seem more fragile.  I’m writing, of course, of Billy Mays, who died last Sunday.

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