on punting

One cold Sunday morning, my father took me to the Meadowlands to watch the Jets play. He never cared for professional sports, but his boss gave him the tickets and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful. It must’ve been torture for him to turn down all the scalpers as we approached the stadium. “This will be over before you know …

why jeep be bumpy

There are two ways one can enter mid-life: gracefully or kicking-and-screaming. As a breech baby, I came into this world kicking and screaming. No need to change the game plan just because it’s halftime. Ever the cliche, my mid-life crisis involved a car. At the time, I was driving a silver BMW 325i. It’s a great car, no doubt. It’s …

ghosts

My first real boss was a successful TV writer, and I was hired by the studio to be her assistant. With her jet black hair and tight jeans, she looked more like a rockstar than a sitcom writer, and she had the surly attitude that went with either. On a busy day, my job had only three responsibilities: bring her …