by mike | Aug 24, 2020 | Aging, Baseball, California, Death, Life, Uncategorized, Writing |
Day 9,254 of the Coronavirus Pandemic (give or take)—did the Mayans get it wrong, or did we misread their calendar? Was it 2020, not 2012, that would mark the end of the world as we know it? I mean, civil unrest, a world-wide plague, wildfires decimating my beloved...
by mike | Aug 10, 2020 | Aging, Baseball, California, Death, Life, Uncategorized |
Day 7,658 of the Coronavirus Pandemic—okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, though for many of us I’m sure it feels like that, am I right? Jacqueline and I are still doing well, though we continue to limit our outside time to the supermarkets, the nearby pocket park...
by mike | Jul 20, 2020 | Aging, Mystery Films, Mystery Novels, TV Shows, Uncategorized |
She’s old; she’s short; she’s disheveled; she’s irascible. She’s also brilliant. She’s Detective Chief Inspector Vera Stanhope, head of the Major Crimes unit of England’s (fictional) Northumberland & City Police. DCI Stanhope is the main protagonist in a...
by mike | Jul 13, 2020 | Aging, Baseball, California, Death, Life, Uncategorized |
It’s July already, and this freaking coronavirus shows no sign of letting up. Truth be told, it’s only getting worse, and with no vaccine in sight it appears that we’re in this for the long haul. Jacqueline and I are still doing fine, and as I’ve said before, we are...
by mike | May 25, 2020 | Aging, Death, Humor, Life, Nightmares, Uncategorized |
Report from the Sirota Quarantine Cave: Jacqueline and I are doing fine. We’ve both been “sheltering in place” since she got back from a trip to Utah in mid-March. I suppose we’re more cautious than most, but hey, when they refer to “high-risk groups” they’re talking...
by mike | Feb 17, 2020 | Aging, Baseball, Curious Possessions, Humor, Life, Sports, Uncategorized |
With seven-plus decades in the rearview mirror I’ve had plenty of time to collect a whole lot of “stuff.” Here is a look at some more “Curious Possessions” floating around my domicile. MUCH ADO ABOUT “NOTHING” Yes, “nothing” is pretty much what bupkis means, and I’ve...
