Author Archives: Rick Jobus

Come Smell the Bacon

“Everybody’s talkin’ at me, Can’t hear a word they’re sayin’, Only the echoes of my mind.” – Fred Neil ALS has rendered me a minimalist creature of habit. My weekday routine includes the intersection of paranoid caution, practiced routine,…

Life Imitating Art Imitating Life

“They’re gonna put me in the movies, They’re gonna make a big star out of me, … And all I gotta do is act naturally.” — Johnny Russell Two weeks ago, I referenced several catchphrases from…

I’m Craving a Measured Change of Seasons

“When she walks, she’s like a samba, That swings so cool and sways so gently, That when she passes, Each one she passes goes, ‘Ah.'” One day last month, if the “tall and tan and young and lovely” striking presence…

Like It or Not, My Steak Is Rare

“There’s an old joke, um … two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of ’em says, ‘Boy, the food at this place is really terrible.’ The other one says, ‘Yeah, I know — and such small portions.’ Well, that’s essentially how I feel about…