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Category Archives: Nostalgia
First Flight

Greg Smith
Not Gonna Miss You
Glen Campbell is finished with music. Continue reading
Hurricane Sandy Opens a Can of Whoop-Ass on Broad Channel and Rockaway: A Tale Told Via FaceBook
Loss and Gratitude (And a Bonus Dose of Cute)
Instead of my usual (sort of) Wordless Wednesday post, I thought I would acknowledge the second anniversary of Hurricane Sandy. Continue reading
They Done Her In
I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot this week. Continue reading
Happy Birthday to Me!
Today, I turn An Age. Continue reading
Sisterhood of the Travelling Pouts
Retro Snark:
Judge was a weekly satirical magazine published in the U.S. from 1881 to the mid forties. Its covers have long been avidly sought by collectors for their gorgeous, lush illustrations and witty content. Started by a group of disgruntled former Puck Magazine writers and artists, it served as the launching pad for quite a few notable careers, including Harold Ross, who used his experience on Judge to start The New Yorker in 1925. The New Yorker eventually became its main competitor, and Judge finally lost the circulation wars in 1947. Continue reading
It Was a Beautiful Day
I remember that day. Continue reading
Taylor’s Revenge (with a special appearance by Barbra Streisand!)
Farewell to the Queen of Side Eye
Why do my OBiT posts always seem to come in twos?
The Darkness Wins . . . This Time: On the Loss of a Beautiful Man
Why do talented people have to suffer so?
Gorgeous Grief…
Exit, Stage Left
I just heard that my idol, Elaine Stritch, has died. I thought I would repost my piece about her. Farewell, Elaine! You will be missed!
“I will not make one mistake tonight in my lyrics, Mr. Coward. [Pause.] What’s your first name?”
Feels Like the Home I Left
<sigh> Continue reading
Etsomnia™ V: Retro TV Edition
et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.
Sunday nights are a challenge for me. Continue reading













