What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
For starters, I can’t get past the Kenny Loggins lyric inadvertently quoted here.
That’s a song filled with love.
What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
For starters, I can’t get past the Kenny Loggins lyric inadvertently quoted here.
That’s a song filled with love.
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Making sure I get time to write is the A-one best thing I can do for myself.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
Being emotional is a wonderful and terrifying state.
Excitement can be catching like a bad cold, or it might be self-contained like the tap water in your carry bottle.
If it spills over into your other moods or gives you the giggles, that’s nice.
What motivates you?

It turned into dinner-and-a-show at our local Starbucks today. All that buzz: very stimulating. I was motivated.
What are your top ten favorite movies?
Moonstruck
A League of Their Own
Forget Paris
When Harry Met Sally
Pausing midway on the midway to think about what is truly the best in the wide history of films.
Do we count the Chaplin works like City Lights, The Great Dictator, or Modern Times. Do we look at old odd and weird classics like Metropolis? Or the horror picture from 1922, the silent Nosferatu? Do we stick to talkie times? I generally do.
Singing in the Rain [If we are still speaking of talkies]
An American In Paris
Midnight in Paris
Top Hat
Royal Wedding
How do you plan your goals?
Thanks to Shakespeare’s aphorism, I am inclined to think of planning as futile.
What is a word you feel that too many people use?
Hesitant speakers use grunty sounds as placeholders. It’s inelegant.
Worse is a habit my fellow Boomers got into of inserting “like” in mid-thought.
Our sentences flowed as smoothly as muddied molasses. “It’s (like) you know man,” we’d say incoherently.
Made the guy pausing with an “um” seem genius.
What profession do you admire most and why?
Writers of historical fiction have the patience and savvy of scientists. They unearth secrets from the past to share with us. It’s as painstaking a process as archaeology.
Only once the excavation is done does a narrative unfold. Wow.
If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?





In my youth, I knew a pair of artists whose work was informed by found objects.
They scoured the streets near their Lower East Side apartment for cloth and discarded spindles and leftover thread. Cardboard and milk cartons were turned into artwork.
Recycling the leavings of their industrial neighbors was an artful endeavor in and of itself.