There was that time when…
…Barbra Streisand asked me to tell her husband she was ready to go. …I noticed Danny De Vito in my living room, and…
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Scarred for life
I’ve heard it said that a scar adds character to a man, perhaps because it implies adventure, danger, a past. I don’t think…
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Two unpleasant Canadians
In 1987, while living in Chicago, I fell in love with Toronto. The first time I visited, my plan was to spend a…
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Mama the Cook
Mama was not a very good cook. She was an inspirational schoolteacher, the kind to whom people sent tear-wrinkled letters of gratitude, years after they left her classroom. She pulled…
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Mississippi eatin’
When I moved to rural Mississippi from downtown Los Angeles, I knew I was in for environmental shifts beyond just the absence of…
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New Year’s Eve
Crowds of people are not my idea of a good time. I like my space and I don’t like noise. Crowds of drunk…
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A note about “Letters from Clay”
(I joke a lot but what I’m about to tell you is not a joke.) A comment came in to my blog today….
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Roadside discomfort
The worst roadside restroom I ever visited was in northwest Indiana. It was 1989 and a friend and I were on a late-night…
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Hillary’s pneumonia, imagined
H, to Aide: “I feel shitty. Cancel that thing in the morning and get me in to see Dr. Y. Better yet, have…
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