Saturday Silliness: Batman and the Shark

[Batman never exactly jumped the shark. Compare this with the clip of Buster Keaton shared earlier this week. Who can believe the advances in film technology in only a half-century. Warning: clip contains high drama that might induce heart attacks. Suggest two or three shots of brandy, and maybe smoke a joint, prior to viewing.... Continue Reading →

The West Brookfield Classic

Like all great ideas, The Classic was conceived on a cold winter’s night when summer seemed a thousand … a million years away. It was at the McKeon’s house. Someone (Greg Schipa? John McKeon?) said “Wouldn’t it be incredible if next summer we could get in good enough shape to run all the way around... Continue Reading →

A Wounded Silverback?

[First of all, let's establish that Donald Trump is not a true Silverback. His hair's not silver, it's orange, but he's not an orangutang, either. He's just an old gorilla who has been cast out of all tribes except his own cadre of disaffected apes. But the real reason that POTUS is not a true... Continue Reading →

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