BURGERSCOOT

(without the burgers or scooter)

  • Pumpkin to Pecan to Rhubarb; Success!

    Pumpkin to Pecan to Rhubarb; Success!

    When I was old enough to drive, my father would occasionally hand me some cash after dinner and tell me to go to the Marie Callender’s up the street to pick up a pie. Usually it was pumpkin, one of his favorites. This should have been a simple arrangement: he bought the pie; he got… Read more

  • The Plus-One

    The Plus-One

    An apology as a kind of forward: Back on August 1 of this year, I published a piece of fiction called Samantha’s Porch. I didn’t receive any comments on the piece on WordPress, and I am fine with that, but two people close to me (my older brother and a cousin) texted me about it,… Read more

  • “Style” & the Older Man -Ten Years Later

    “Style” & the Older Man -Ten Years Later

    This is a re-posting of a March 2017 tiny piece. I’m even a bigger, messier nearly ten years later. I publish it here only because it is linked to a post that will be coming out soon. It’s dinner-and-a-movie night with some friends. The monthly event is called Don Pedro, for some reason, but I… Read more

  • Not a Mets Fan: A Six-Sentence Story

    Not a Mets Fan: A Six-Sentence Story

    “Just look at that young man in that cowboy hat,” she whispered to her husband, “He should remove that when he’s in church.” “Times change; traditions slip away; younger generations don’t seem to care,” her husband replied indifferently. Then, suddenly he objected, “Hey, you’re wearing a hat; how come it’s okay that women can wear… Read more

  • What is my favorite quote?

    What is my favorite quote?

    There are probably a couple of dozen that I would place above the opening lyrics to T Bone Burnett’s Trap Door, but years after I stopped listening to popular music, this one still stays with me. “It’s a funny thing about humility/As soon as you know you’re being humble/You’re no longer humble/It’s a funny thing… Read more

  • Samantha’s Porch

    Samantha’s Porch

    Monday night on Samantha’s porch Roger rolled the cooler filled with beer, some soft drinks, and, as an afterthought, a bag of pretzels, which he now hoped they wouldn’t break into. He wanted to talk; the sound of chomping on hard pretzels would be intrusive, while sipping on drinks, Roger felt, would be okay. When… Read more