My Car’s as Old as Woody Allen

A few days ago, the “check engine” light came on in my car. Most people dread when this happens. Me? I’m secretly delighted. Don’t get me wrong. I love my car, and don’t want anything to be wrong with it. But it’s also 11 years old now, which is like 77 in people years. Right? Isn’t thatContinue reading “My Car’s as Old as Woody Allen”

My Doppelganger Drives a Mercedes

Last year, I found my doppelganger. On a lark, I had typed my not-exactly-common name into the search box on Facebook. I was curious to see if there were other Mark Petruskas out there in the world, and if so, what they were like. To my surprise, there were several of us. Enough, as aContinue reading “My Doppelganger Drives a Mercedes”