Stressful Times (without Ping Pong Parkinson)

      I got this woodpecker who started to drill holes in my house.   A lot of them – and he won’t stop.  I tried to drive this  drilling drum machine  off to the neighbors by saying shoo, go next door, but that didn’t work.  So then I started to bang my walls...

What Happens When There’s No Ping Pong Parkinson

I’m so lonely with the self-isolation and self-quarantine stuff, that it’s gotten to the point where I now welcome all robocalls.  Even though I fully realize that these calls are computer generated and most of them are recorded, I’m still so grateful and heartened by...

I Feel Good (a ping pong blog)

Now that the Club has closed down for the  Corona virus,  I feel a great wave of relief.  It’s not just that I don’t have to ask the guy across the table if he’s been to Wuhan or Milan … or New Rochelle, and not because I no longer have to worry about whether the guy...

The Cataclysmic Pandemic

So far, the biggest sacrifice from the self-quarantine has been toilet paper – I don’t have any.  I called the police about the apparent universal shortage, but they insisted it wasn’t what a 911-type call should be.  I begged to differ.  I begged strenuously. Where...

Focus On Bogus: Part V (last)

We’ve broached the subject of unreliable source information for medically-related issues, but we have yet to discuss the means by which we can determine that a particular substance or instrument has been assessed with the application of stringent guidelines and, thus,...