I do not remember when or where I first heard the saying that “Many a bad deed is blamed on good liquor,” but the notion that intoxicants are often the explanation for evil acts rings true. It may have been my Polish grandfather, who famously consumed at least a fifth of very bad Continue reading “Good Liquor”
Marilyn was obviously alive. She sat before me, somewhat haggard and disheveled, but unequivocally awake and breathing. She had a pulse and her blood pressure was respectable, but she complained. She complained of weakness and agitation, of insomnia and excessive drowsiness, Continue reading “Fish Bowl”
