Stacking Plates?

Years ago, when I was visiting my then-girlfriend, later wife, and later late wife in her Pittsburgh apartment with her roommate, one of them would make dinner. (This was before I became a major cook.) As a result, it seemed fair that I would do the dishes. One evening I was criticized for not washingContinue reading “Stacking Plates?”

My Dream House

Write about your dream home. As I get older, my knees are suggesting to me that I should live in a one-story dwelling; all those years of Catholicism have taken their toll. At the same time, if I imagine the house that would best serve my needs I would think it would be something likeContinue reading “My Dream House”

Just Add Walls, And Stir

Yvonne Shafer, a professor of mine at Ohio State (I know, I should say THE Ohio State University, their official branded name), once likened a decrepit building she saw to the original set for Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, as designed by Jo Mielziner for the 1941 Broadway premiere. I thought that look wouldContinue reading “Just Add Walls, And Stir”

No Place Like Home?

What do you love about where you live? Recently I was renewing my clearances—those hoops we need to jump through in Pennsylvania after the antics of Sandusky, Paterno, et al at Penn State made everyone who works with children a pedophile until proven innocent. One of the requirements on the forms is to list allContinue reading “No Place Like Home?”