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My son Gideon will not be trick-or-treating this year.
Maybe I shouldn’t share something so personal with the world, but…my love affair with books continues unabated.
I’m not a doctor. I don’t even play one in newspapers. (So, relax, Rex Morgan, M.D. But look out, big-nosed kid who likes to fly his Sopwith Camel in search of the Red Baron. You’ve got competition.)
The imperishable words “Hulk smash!” aren’t just for green super-heroes anymore.
“Stubble” is my middle name. No, not really. But I do find myself occupying that No Man’s Land…er, LOTS of Men’s Land… of not wanting a beard but not enjoying the whisker-removal process, either.
As a college freshman in the fall of 1978, I spent countless evenings camped near the TV in the dorm lobby.
Call me a nuanced curmudgeon.
When I was in school, many of my classmates were probably descended from settlers who built the town’s first log courthouse.
Like many kids, I had a dalliance with washable temporary tattoos.
It’s a drastically different world than when I was working a summertime job during college.