The croquet mallet is mightier than the sword

Croquette: it's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Croquet: it’s all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

Growing up on Hunter Lane as a child was an interesting experience. It was a suburban block where blue collar dads who spent their time under cars in an auto shop comingled with guys working the mailroom at some amorphous corporation. Continue reading

A totally rational fear of knives

Armed and dangerous in suburban America.

Armed and dangerous in suburban America.

Every year when Halloween starts to creep up, I find myself craving a good scare. The air outside is crisp, the leaves colorful and scattered on the ground like confetti. There’s no better time of year to turn out the lights and curl up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn while watching: a) a ghost possess a pair of bright-eyed, new homeowners b) an unfortunate hitchhiker plead for his life while losing appendages to a homicidal maniac or c) that go-getter FBI agent who’s been roped back into hunting down the real serial killer while fighting for justice for the person she mistakenly arrested ten years ago. Continue reading

No Scooby Snacks for you

Yikes, gang - we'd better make a break for it!

Yikes, gang – we’d better make a break for it!

All kids who grew up in the early 80’s had a repertoire of go-to games: Hide & Seek, Mother May I, Tag, Freeze Tag, Red Light Green Light. Those were the days before iPads (and the likely inevitable subsequent hit A&E TV series “Intervention: Candy Crush”). Those were the days when TVs only had three channels, which – aside from the hallowed Saturday morning cartoon line-up – seemed to only broadcast news, soap operas or sports; kids had nothing else to do but go outside and play. And that’s what we did. Continue reading