Author Archives: tuesdaytalk

Whatever happened to day old bread? Simple. It’s masquerading as fresh bread. So when we buy bread, we’re clueless about whether it was baked today, yesterday or when Fido was a pup. But, whereas we paid two vastly different prices … Continue reading →

I have no problem calling up a big box store or an 800# in some far off land to complain or to register my righteous indignation about their incompetence, indifference or lack of response. In fact, it’s almost therapeutic sometimes, … Continue reading →

When you record my calls for quality assurance, do you record my colorful comments while I’m on hold? If so, what do you do with that information? Hand it over to a national watch group? Make a CD to play … Continue reading →

Sometimes I ask my Dad questions in an attempt, I suppose, to coax some lucidity to the surface or to experience some semblance of a normal conversation. You know, the kind where one person speaks, the other listens and then … Continue reading →

People are getting younger these days. Not in the Benjamin Button kind of way, but maybe it’s more like an age delay. We’ve all heard that 40 is the new 20 or 60 is the new 40. I have a … Continue reading →

I was never keen on amusement parks – especially rides that went up into the air or left me white knuckled or nauseous. In fact, the tilt-a-whirl was almost more than I could take. So, I was totally unprepared for … Continue reading →

We’ve talked before about waiting rooms living up to their names, but this particular area really redefined “waiting.” It was as if there should have been an “Abandon hope, all ye who enter here” sign posted at the entrance. The … Continue reading →

I know there was some clause about “in sickness and in health” in our marriage vows. I probably should have paid closer attention, but I couldn’t get past the honor and obey thing. Honor? Sure, no problem. Obey? What was … Continue reading →

I paid my kids not to go to the fair. That’s probably sounds heartless or selfish or downright un-American. But spending their summer’s hard-earned babysitting, lawn mowing or paper-delivering money to snag furry dice in the digger, try to win … Continue reading →

I have Power of Attorney (POA) for my parents. No, that doesn’t mean I can collect for whiplash or save prisoners on death row. But it does mean that, for all intents and purposes, I can act as them and … Continue reading →