Summer is just around the corner, and, for once, I have nothing to complain about. There I said it — nothing at all. The explanation for these feelings of pure, undiluted elation is simple — summer movies. When you boil me down, I’m really, at heart, a sucker for big-budget blockbusters, and the bottom line is, there is no better time for these films of mass popcorn consumption than the good ol’ months of summer. More »
When I was a boy, before I moved to the land of brownstones and apartment buildings, I used to spend warm afternoons crouched low in my backyard with a plastic cup. I would turn over flagstones, comb through dandelions and pansies and get dirt under my fingernails clawing through soil looking for bugs to put in my cup. Ants were easy to spot and catch, and Rolie Polies were effortlessly trapped between two fingers. However, the find that I relished most was the earthworm. I loved to see them squirm around in the bottom of my cup, leaking goo from their severed bodies (my bad). More »
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