July 18, 2010
Thanks to the good folks who spend their time discovering obscure illnesses that nobody should ever know about, Life in the Boomer Lane now knows she has DEVELOPMENTAL TOPOGRAPHICAL DISORIENTATION or, it’s more roll-off-the-tongue name, TOPOGRAPHAGNOSIA. This dysfunction is manifested by a belief that when one is asleep, crews of people are out in DC, […]
July 1, 2010
Life in the Boomer Lane has a GPS in her car. She got it because there is no GPS in her head. There is not even a G. There is nothing in whatever spot is supposed to hold some sense of direction. She would like to think that space is taken up by impeccable taste. […]
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The Meaning of Brass Balls
August 30, 2010
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On Saturday, I drove from Virginia to Oxford, MD to attend an annual gathering of a group of journalists who used to work at the Easton Star Democrat. That’s where Bill Handleman worked many years ago, and, because Bill died this year, the gathering was going to include a few toasts to Bill, as well […]