Earlier this year, I went on a music cruise featuring many of the bands from the ’60s and ’70s - the music I love. It was a cruise where both the audience and the bands remember watching The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show. In fact, quite a few of the performers on the boat were on that show too. One of those groups was The Rascals, a favorite of mine. And we had front-row seats. When Felix Cavaliere, the 80 year-old lead singer, began belting out “Good Lovin’,” a strange fee

I’ve had a booth in an antique mall for several years. I use it to make a few extra bucks and, more importantly, justify my basement being such a mess. There’s a woman who works there named Magan. I’ve never asked her age, but I suspect she’s in her early-40s. She’s cute as a bug and always has a smile that suggests mischief, like somebody who just did something and got away with it. For all the years I’ve been at the antique mall, Magan and I have had a friendly, but not ove

We started cleaning out our basement the other day, and I quickly realized this wasn’t going to be a Saturday afternoon project. It was more like a long term archaeological dig, complete with dirt, dust, and relics from a long lost civilization, circa 1987. Our basement has become the official storage unit for everything we couldn’t part with: toys (old and new), tools (useful and otherwise), gas cans, car parts, Christmas decorations, quilts, and boxes labeled “Important