ESSAYS

We’ve all witnessed mind-numbing news stories that remind us of the downward spiral of our culture, but, somehow, this story, which I saw the other day on the internet, did it for me.

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Like most people, I was horrified by the senseless shooting (12 dead, 70 injured) at the movie theatre in Aurora, Colorado.  Unlike most people, I had the experience of actually looking into the mind one of these awful creatures who feels it is his inherent right to inflict pain and suffering on the innocent.

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The rich won't ever "pay their fair share" under our current tax system, because we don't tax "richness" (aka wealth) in our tax system, we tax income.  When you tax income, you don't tax the rich, you tax people trying to become rich.  Click HERE to read.

My New Year's Eve With Isaac Hayes It was the millennial New Year's gig when my band opened for the great Isaac Hayes.  I was standing near the stage when one of the show organizers came up to me in a panic.  “Do you know the words to Aude Lang Syne?”  I said that of course I did, and he said that I was needed immediately.  Isaac was to go on in just a few minutes, and while he knew the music, he didn’t know the words to the most famous song New Year’s Eve has ever created.  

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 I will always love the Bills.  I don’t care what anybody says. They’re my team.  I don’t care if they win or lose.  So there.

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The Post-Heroic Era Now that we're through the film awards season, it's interesting to look back at the past year's crop of movies to see if we can detect any trends.  Lincoln should have raked in every award in sight.  Same with Zero Dark Thirty.  But, other than universal acclaim for Daniel Day-Lewis, neither Lincoln nor Zero Dark Thirty nor other films from the major directors won the big awards.  Why not?  I have an explanation.

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I said goodbye to a good friend yesterday.  My buddy, Dugley, aka Charles Dugley Dickens, our chocolate Labrador retriever, passed gently into dog heaven as Beverly and I sat with him at the animal hospital.  Dugley’s mind, as well as his appetite, was alert and vital right up to the end, although his thirteen-and-a-half year-old body was wracked with the infirmities of doggy old age.  So we made the toughest call any pet owner ever has to make.

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My old school, Clarence Central High School, where I learned a lot.  In my past essays, I’ve talked about some of the school teachers who inspired me, who challenged me to become better.  This essay is about some of the others.   

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