The usual angry go-to line for such cultural extinctions is “Remember what they took from us,” but I fear this one died all too naturally.

It's just another plot development leading up to the Grand Finale.

Long ago, it was as important as learning how to read.

...that which has already been forgotten.

It’s all coming back to…this….

Common expressions and tropes that contradict and confuse the reality of things. I’m as sick of the word “communism” as used by...

A view of the world from a fine summer’s day in the park.

They’ll sing the old songs for the entirety of their unnaturally extended lives. The 27 Club were the lucky ones.

Time to put them to sleep? Death to Nostalgia, Part 2

Death to Nostalgia, Part 1

Just how aware are people, and how many are they?

Nothing could safeguard the hours they were swallowed up by the days the days swallowed up in weeks

I need this to help me keep track.

The Jazz Age, in which that expression originated, is 100 years ago. Everything before 2020 might as well be, too.

...and that the Kingdom of Heaven is closer at hand than we dare think.

Pumpkin pie, yes. Religion & politics, no. Faith? Let us sing!

A No-Thanks Thanksgiving Poem

It’s actually a good thing, the more you think about it. Still, another thing lost, tears in the rain and all that….

Enjoy your cheeseburgers in paradise, good sir.

Of my haunted Saturday nights. Maybe writing this will finally make that ghost of a theme song go to its rest.