Category Archives: Prose Screeds

Roused from our lethargy on another cool and cloudy Sunday afternoon by Norma Yvonne’s craving for massive quantities of protein, we put on our new black calfskin sneakers and black hooded sweatshirt, and head for the local mega-chain supermarket. We … Continue reading →

In Boston, Mother’s Day had dawned cold and wet as an iced mackerel upside the head, and by one in the afternoon, nosing the White Whale through the heart of downtown Boston, Milk St. and Federal, it had only gotten … Continue reading →

The Dowbrigade sits at his computer, crouched next to a tiny electric space heater trying to keep his arthritic hands limber enough to type. It’s a 40-40 day; outside a cold brute nor ‘easter rages up the Atlantic coast, 40-mile-an-hour winds … Continue reading →

This afternoon we found ourselves flying up route 128 towards Glouster, past that inexplicable stretch where you are simultaneously going North on 93 and SOUTH on 128, with Norma Yvonne riding shotgun and dark clouds gathering on the horizon, promising … Continue reading →

For a country at war, America seems to be going about its business pretty much as usual. Despite the best efforts of the government and the MSM to ratchet up a low-grade atmosphere of fear and insecurity, the better to … Continue reading →

There are many differences one notices when one lives an active life between two continents, two cultures. Some are obvious; a different language, different food, a different style of architecture, different racial and facial features in the people you pass … Continue reading →

After a lapse of over two months, one it took me to become aware of the problem and another it took me to do something about it, our own personal domain, dowbrigade.com, is back up and running. As well as … Continue reading →

The posturing and maneuvering around Social Security is developing into the grandest act of tawdry government prestidigitation in our lifetimes, and maybe in the lifetime of the nation itself. A lot of big words, catchy tag lines and complicated economic … Continue reading →

Once again, rushing around with last minute preparations for the International segment of the Spring Training Tour. At five a.m. we need to be at the Miami Dade Airport, returning the big blue beast to Dollar and lugging our two … Continue reading →

It was nearly midnight and the Dowbrigade was roaring up the Tamiana Highway, about five miles south of Punta Gorda, looking for a Florida version of the Bates Motel. After booking our flights and rental car on-line, we had searched … Continue reading →

Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition. Timothy Leary (1920 – 1996) Oh, woe unto the women, for they are doomed to live in a man’s world. Mired near the tail end of a five-thousand year stretch … Continue reading →

Oh, woe unto the women, for they are doomed to live in a man’s world. Mired near the tail end of a five-thousand year stretch of out-of-control male madness and machismo, we long for the forgotten sanity of a stable … Continue reading →