Tuesday Night Fever

My wife had never seen the movie Saturday Night Fever, so a couple of weekends ago, I made the mistake of playing the DVD for her. It wasn’t a mistake because of the quality of the movie; on the contrary, this story of a working-class Italian youth in Brooklyn trying to break free of a dead-endContinue reading “Tuesday Night Fever”

Owl’s Well That Ends Well

I have a confession to make: I am obsessed with hooters. Have been, ever since I was a boy growing up in the 70s. I found them exotic, big and beautiful, something I thought about but never glimpsed. When they came out, they usually did so at night, long after I was asleep. I took toContinue reading “Owl’s Well That Ends Well”

Ooga Chaka Ooga Ooga

Remember that song from the 70s, “Hooked On A Feeling”? It was a cover of a late 60s tune by B.J. Thomas. The group that recorded it, Blue Swede, added an annoyingly catchy “ooga chaka” chant, and the song reached #1 in 1974. In case you don’t remember it: Cheesy as hell, right? And yetContinue reading “Ooga Chaka Ooga Ooga”

I Never Owned a Big Wheel

I was walking across the office this morning with a banana peel in my hand and I suddenly wondered if people actually slip and fall comically when they step on one, as depicted in slapstick comedies and cartoons. Seriously, has anyone in history ever really stepped on a banana peel, slipped, waved their arms aroundContinue reading “I Never Owned a Big Wheel”

It Doesn’t Get Any Groovier Than This

It’s a well-documented fact that I like items of a retro nature. Lava lamps. Dogs-playing-poker tapestries. Avocado green appliances. The Bee Gees. So, when my birthday rolled around on Friday and Tara presented me with this, I was absolutely thrilled. She had been teasing me with hints all week. “It’s something you’ve always wanted,” she said. SheContinue reading “It Doesn’t Get Any Groovier Than This”

MarkIn Time – Chapter 2: One Big Pig

A/K/A The second installment in my life story.  Chapter Two: One Big Pig What is your earliest childhood memory? I have already mentioned sitting on my grandfather’s lap sharing a thermos of cream of mushroom soup for lunch in the house he built for us in New Jersey. That would have been in 1972 orContinue reading “MarkIn Time – Chapter 2: One Big Pig”