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Sixty years ago today. November 22, 1963. Anyone who is, say, sixty-eight or older knows where they were that afternoon. (I was in class. Ninth grade, I think.) Some dates just stick in the mind. June 6, 1944. September 11, 2001. And November 22, 1963. Supposedly, the original lyrics were “…who killed Jack Kennedy.” But…

This is a turkey: This is a turkey on drugs: Any questions? And just because: This is a turkey vulture. This is turkey-on-turkey crime. (Well, turkey-vulture-on-turkey crime.) And this is me after eating too much Thanksgiving turkey:

Biglaw Associates Victimized By Anti-Semitic Attack On Bus – Above the Law The invaluable Above the Law tells this horrifying story of yet another incident of rising anti-Semitism. There are two sides to a lot of issues, and often more than two. There are not two sides to hate. Period.

Strange Weather is: a) A great Tom Waits song. (I’d link to it, except that YouTube these days has so many ads* that links are simply annoying to the point of being nearly nonfunctional.) b) A great Tom Waits song made possibly even better by Marianne Faithful’s cover (as above, re linking). c) What’s been…

I’ve posted the opening chapters of three recent novels: The Precise Man, a novel of 1604 London, co-starring a certain playwright named Will. #TaurusTempleLives, a satire of the music industry. A loving satire… mostly. (Is that “mostly loving” or “mostly satire”? Um… yes to both.) The Beeline, a humorous novel about a lost fortune, a…

Okay, so I haven’t been posting much recently. Here’s what’s up. The fecal stew formerly known as Twitter. I know I should be active there. I just… can’t. Totally discouraging. Maybe Threads will emerge victorious… or at least interesting. Though I gotta say, Zuck and Musk in a cage fight would like the 1919 Chicago…

I’m sharing the first few pages of a first draft (unedited, unrevised) of a novel I’m working on, for now titled Octothorpe. I did a five-minute cover mockup, too. Don’t take it for actual artwork.

Below, three signs I saw a few months ago. (Hint: They’re all water-related.) Perhaps these mean Be careful on these old stairs, because they’re crooked. This is a safe neighborhood, so no need to lock your door. The containment dome for this nuclear reactor is leaking, and we’re advising you to high-tail it out of…

(With a shout-out to a fun movie, of course.) Of course, listing the statutes one could break only makes the sign more official, I guess….

For years, I’ve “known” the story of how Graham Nash first harmonized around a kitchen table with Stephen Stills and David Crosby. Joni Mitchell’s table, in fact, she being one of the Ladies of the (Laurel) Canyon. Until I read today something Stills said about the meeting: “I wouldn’t have sung in front of Joni…