And so came the time of year when the houseplants are brought back inside.

Then there was the time Red Foley came to our house for supper.

It has begun.

Having been in commercial media most of my life, my interest in advertising is more than passing.

If you have taken at face value the recent panicked coverage of vaping – deaths, illnesses, presidential pronouncements – then everything you know on the subject is wrong.

September is here. That used to be when school started, but not anymore. (Nor does school close for the summer in mid-May. There’s probably a reason for the changes, but I do not know what it is.)

The note from Katherine Ziff was tantalizing.

It’s while you’re in the middle of writing something, really on a roll, that the keyboard gives out.

There were wasps. Lots and lots of wasps, and they were just a few feet from the back door. This kind of thing is troubling, and it happened here over the weekend.

It was officially called “Woodstock Music & Arts Fair” and it began 50 years ago today.

More often than is justified, it’s thought that people, especially boy people, accumulate gadgets to make themselves feel cooler than they actually are.

Building 20 is no more.

More than a month has passed since I told DirecTV to stuff its high rates. The satellite got unplugged, and I’ve been experimenting to learn if one can obtain high-quality television over the internet.

There’s been a lot of coverage and there will be a lot more: 50 years ago right now, three astronauts in a cone-shaped thing attached to a short cylinder were on their way to the moon. Two of them would land there, get out and walk around, pick up some souvenirs, and return to Earth.

In the early days of the planet, a box with knobs on the front allowed us to see television broadcasts. Where I grew up, this meant the ability to watch either of two television stations, called channel 8 and channel 13. On occasion both were broadcasting things worth watching. They were ava…