Author: halfmaverick

This past calendar year has been hard, COVID-19 notwithstanding. Even if we took that particular challenge out of the equation, it still would have been an epic shitshow of unparalleled proportions. Aptly described best, I believe, by the late, great David Bowie (paraphrased): Changes. Turn and face the strange. Don’t want to be a richer…

Each of the Ginas – in addition to the general detritus of purses and the hair dryer that had been brought to be exchanged – carried with them a dangerously thin, yellow plastic bag overstuffed with something that looked fairly perishable, and in danger of springing a fairly sizeable leak. The organs of other unsuspecting…

After many WhatsApp messages back and forth on New Year’s Eve Day, with her apologizing profusely for being tied up with clients and trapped at the copy machine at Office Depot, it was determined I would take a taxi to La Comer (think Mexican Costco but with flair – their logo is a gigantic pelican),…

Rule #1 of Improv: Listen. Rule #2 of Improv: Say “Yes, and…” Unwritten, unspoken Rule #3 of Improv – you might wake up in a bathtub of ice with your kidneys missing, but at least you’ll have an adventure to tell about!

I recently spent two weeks in the geographic heart of Mexico in a town called – on Google Maps – San Miguel de Allende. In my heart and soul it’s called The Mother Ship, or The Place That I Call Home, or Where I Truly Belong. Yes, I understand fully that two weeks in a…