Softball for Geezers

What a crazy couple of weeks! Keeper and I went to Indiana to attend son Tom’s wedding to the beautiful Clare, then went on to Virginia Beach for the Hanna family reunion. Despite my best intentions, I’m a bit late on this week’s column. On the plus side, I got some great material…

Softball for Geezers

Wish you could still feel like a young athlete despite your over-fifty status? Do what my brother-in-law Rob did: join an over-the-hill softball league. On his team of, uh…”experienced” slow pitch players, he’s a young stud.

Rob is a member of Northern Virginia Senior Softball, or, as his wife Stephanie calls it, the “Old Fart League.”

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Just One More

Would you like to make some easy money?  Sit right down in front of this slot machine and enjoy a free drink…

Just One More

The idea for this column started with one of those made-for-TV movies starring the svelte-and-botoxed version of Delta Burke. Delta plays a wife, mother and director of a nonprofit.  She’s an upstanding citizen until she visits her first casino.  She quickly becomes addicted to the poker machines and ends up…

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Skipping My High School Reunion

Do you dream about attending your high school reunion and blowing everyone away with your wonderfulness? Yeah, like that’s gonna happen.

Skipping My High School Reunion

It’s high school reunion time and I’m not going to mine. Sure, I’m curious about what happened to the cheerleaders and the jocks and everyone else who was at the top of the heap, and I harbor a secret hope that they are all living in squalor in a trailer park somewhere.

The reason I’m not going is …

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Taking My Own Advice

I’m a sucker for advice columns.  If I had my own, I’d give out some tough love, I’ll tell you that.  Maybe I should start with myself.  Here’s a taste of this week’s column…

Taking My Own Advice

I get asked a lot of questions, as does anyone whose e-mail address is on the web.  Most of the questions are poorly written inquiries into my sexual prowess, with promises to enhance it with some product or other for a low, low price of only $49.95.  If these hucksters took the time to target their sales pitch, they would know that

middle-aged women do not buy penis-extenders, and

spelling counts, even in a male-enhancement ad.

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