The Anecdotes Not Taken
According to their website, Reader’s Digest prints only about 250 of the 250,000 humor submissions they receive each year. Below are items I submitted that were among the 249,750 not taken. INTRODUCTION I have a […]
According to their website, Reader’s Digest prints only about 250 of the 250,000 humor submissions they receive each year. Below are items I submitted that were among the 249,750 not taken. INTRODUCTION I have a […]
When my wife tells me, “You’re not as funny as you think,” I freely own up to my failings and admit, “That’s my dad’s fault.” Yes, the nut doesn’t fall far from the tree, so […]
When my stepson’s cat, Pishi (Farsi for “Kitty,” pronounced PEE-shee), came to live with us for a year, she didn’t warm to me right away. Early on, when I tried to pet her, she bit […]
f (forte) I’m not one to toot my own horn, but when I started playing trumpet at the age of seventeen without any previous musical background whatsoever, many people told me they expected me to […]
I went indoor skydiving on my honeymoon. I mean that literally, not figuratively. If you’re for unique ideas for your honeymoon, take a look at Jettly to see if you could hire a private jet […]
My mother equated food with love and food that she cooked for her children with mother’s love. The more food, the more calories, the more trouble, the more time involved, the more pans used, the […]
Coffin shoppin’ is a grave undertaking. It can be confusing and inconvenient even though there’s never so far been even one complaint from an end-consumer. My fervent hope is that one day every mall will […]
Once when my wife, my 5-year-old stepson, and I took a late-afternoon walk, we paused to enjoy how long our giant shadows were. That’s when my stepson stepped into the middle of my shadow and […]
Before I ran for Faculty Senate at my university, I was a political naif, a greenhorn, a rube, a babe in the woods, a fish in a barrel, an easy mark, fresh meat, a political […]
This story has a happy ending. But the way it starts is that about 20 years ago as I was driving my crying mother home from visiting my youngest brother in a mental hospital the […]