Hello Scorpio! Isn’t that nice? It’s Scorpio time again. Just in time for Halloween, right around the corner. I was shopping for Ma Wetzel the other evening, and having no luck finding her what I was looking for. It came out of an in-flight catalog. I really detest those in-flight catalogs. All that cool merchandise … Hello Scorpio

My sweet Pisces friend had to blow off a little steam, and the idea of live bait for dinner was rather appealing, so I fetched up some espresso – served by a Virgo – on the way home to get me in the right frame of mind for sushi. Interesting how a Pisces finds sushi … Target acquisition

Traveling not so light Sister is a weird one. Got back to Dallas and Wetzel Cabana, which is Sister’s term, and we had to rehash every little detail from the weekend and the funeral. “Kramer, we need to watch out for them, you know,” Sister was saying, and then proceeded to help herself to a … Traveling not so light

Funerals Man, I hate funerals. It was so sad. The great Matriarch of the family was laid to rest. Couple of odd points, my aunt, being a great herbalist and all, instead of traditional flowers, the altar was adorned by a spray of herbs, cut from her own garden. The “high Episcopalian” service was punctuated, … Funerals

My dear sweet, gentle, ever wonderful and long-suffering Scorpio mother [henceforth to be referred to as Ma Wetzel] is dreadfully afraid that I’ll write something about the family. Some secret, some truth, or, her worst nightmare, I’ll just be making something up. Something audacious and improbable. “You should talk about the way she just makes … Fears

Two out of three isn’t bad? Pa Wetzel beat the IRS in one deal, and we were celebrating his birthday, and Ma Wetzel implied she was randy. [Thanks for that image.] I worked, then I played, then I listened as my mother tried her usual line, “I feel like a steak, you know….” [She **is** … Sex, death and taxes

“Dallas is like a rich man with a death wish in his eyes.” [Flatlanders, Jimmie Dale Gilmore et al] But I love the Dallas skyline, swooping in from the mid-cities, east bound on I-30, the turnpike, \\Chemical Brothers\\ filling the cab of the red Virgo truck. The traffic, like traffic always does in Dallas, ground … Music: response

Job description grumbling So Monday afternoon, it was back to work at the apartment complex. More than a few friends have had a laugh or two about that, me being the “super,” and I’m not even sure what a “super” is. I know I’ll toss back a cold one with the folks who run this … Job description grumbling

Recycling Men Talking to another reader after work, I was asking about all the women with a certain astrological signature, all looking to find “the man of my dreams.” Then, there’s the other half, I was reminded, of women trying to unload the man they’ve got. Wait, let’s just hook those up. Got man you … Recycling Men