Alice: I don’t want to go among mad people Cat: Oh, you can’t help that. We’re all mad here . . . I’m mad. You’re mad. Alice: How do you know I’m mad? Cat: You must be, or you wouldn’t have come here. ​from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland BEWARE. Savannah is a mad city […]

MAD’s mischievous, devil-may-care Alfred E. Neuman — sadly not running for president in 2020 My brief note on the passing of MAD magazine prompted one reader, an older drill sergeant type, to say: “Oh my! Your thinking diverged from a neat-of-a-pin construction? Listen, Waldo, your thinking has never ever been anything but outside the box, […]

Sometime around the age of 5 or 6 back in the 1950s, I unknowingly discovered philosophy, theology, ethics and morality in the form of a bi-monthly comic book — MAD magazine. It was a time in America of the McCarthy hearings when such a thing was viewed as subversive and unpatriotic so much so that […]

Life is like a flower garden. Unfortunately, we think we are florabundaperennials when in reality we are at best annuals. As time passed and I wised up (no, not a lot, mind you), I settled on thinking that as spring flowers collapse under a summer’s first intense heat wave, my life would somehow abruptly end. […]

Hello, What the hell are you up to? Someone, please nod if you can hear me Is there anyone home? Come on Now You say we’re feeling down You can ease our pain Get us on our feet again Relax We need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show us voters where […]

As life-long car types and gearheads, W and I watched another “new to us” show on the MotorTrend cable channel, skipping the Democratic Party’s first 2020 Presidential candidate debate last night. This 8-season long show’s title is an eerily scary harbinger of what this debate process will become – “Roadkill.” While W did some early […]

More than fifty years ago while studying as an exchange student at a French university, I suffered a serious head injury in a motorcycle accident. After a long time being sedated to quell my brain swelling, I awoke at night in “Salle 18” or ward eighteen. More than a month later I was allowed to […]

Sometimes our brains can hear voices that don’t exist as soundwaves. These voices are as old as the mountains and as deep as the seas. Only our subconsciousness hears them at first. For many of us during most, if not all, of our lives, they are inaudible whispers in our ears. Upon first hearing them, […]

I was born a boy, allowed to stay that way and was never chained to a pole in the basement. My life in the 1950s was generally pretty good, kind and more or less normal. Growing up was effortless. It just happened. Day upon day rolled by with little that was eventful but much now […]

While driving southwestward in South Carolina towards a Georgia sunset over the Savannah River this past Monday, an old blues tune popped into my head. Nearly fifty years ago, on a up state temporary stage in New York, the British blues rock group Ten Years After played to a cold, sodden, barely awake, night time […]