Half-past, quarter-till, five-of. These time-telling conventions I grew up with left the lexicon before my kids were born. But that never stopped me from using them: Me: “I’ll pick you up at the tennis court at half-past.”Sophie: “Half-past??!” Me: “C’mon Eli, I want to get there by 6:00. It’s already five-of.”Eli: “Five-what??!” Me: “We’re meeting … Continue reading Times change
Groundhog Day
TBI
Back when I was a kid… Head injury was a normal part of being a boy. Bike helmets hadn’t been invented yet, football helmets were still made of leather, and we threw bricks at each other for fun. OK, none of that’s true, bike helmets existed, but I know I never saw one until I … Continue reading TBI
The Whistle Pig
The Whistle Pig has spoken, winter’s over. Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow this year. In my house, watching Phil’s forecast live on TV is an important annual event. I’m obsessed with Bill Murray’s masterpiece-movie, Groundhog Day. Murray is given the curse – or gift – of living the same day over and over until … Continue reading The Whistle Pig
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