Knock knock. Who’s there? Hamlet.

Many years ago(okay, ten or so), my brother Ted asked me to write a script for him to perform with his puppets. So I adapted Hamlet into a five-minute version for him. The script was lost, found, lost again, and now found again, so I’m putting it up here. My father says it’s terrible, butContinue reading “Knock knock. Who’s there? Hamlet.”

First prize: Seven Days in Minneapolis

A weeknight in February is not when you most want to be standing on the side of a road, in the dark, alone, in Minneapolis. Local temperatures were less than a respectable grade point average and nearing a blood alcohol count. For the first time, I opened the compass on my phone and used itContinue reading “First prize: Seven Days in Minneapolis”

sometimes, having an autistic brother is funny.

It’s not often enough that you have to say this sentence, “Electric fences don’t work on my brother.” Not because my brother is Iron Man, but simply because he is who he is. By way of explanation, I wrote the following story, and it seemed good enough to share, so enjoy. My brother, Ted, hasContinue reading “sometimes, having an autistic brother is funny.”

I love my brother.

My brother, Ted, is part of The State Street Miracles, a singing group for people with developmental disabilities in Delaware County, PA.  Earlier tonight, they performed as part of the Delaware County Summer Festival in Rose Tree Park. I’m sorry I didn’t get their performance of Leiber and Stoller’s “Houn’ Dog,” which included some greatContinue reading “I love my brother.”

the trickle-down of medicare spending cuts

Hey, guess what, guess what? Today I was going to post more of the beautiful photos which Kyle Cassidy took for us, photos not only showing off the beauty of Mount Moriah Cemetery, but also the beauty of actors Kyra Baker, Doug Greene and Bob Stineman. Oh, your Monday could have been full of aContinue reading “the trickle-down of medicare spending cuts”