Just wonderful, I’m a day behind on my blog post. You probably weren’t aware that I have self-imposed deadlines. Well, now you know. I fired myself today and subsequently filed for unemployment benefits from myself. The cycle continues…
*Editors note: Leonard Maltin’s opinions are his own. He insisted on another column to which we begrudgingly allowed. Greetings, cinephiles, movie lovers, and misanthropes alike. It’s your old pal Leonard Maltin here, fresh from a long hiatus to bestow my infinite wisdom on our current times. I’m sure there’s a movie review or two hidden
I can remember in elementary school when we would exchange Valentine’s Day cards. We’d have packs of these small cards and distribute them accordingly. I’ve always been a card person and still have birthday, Christmas, Halloween, and yes, Valentine’s Day cards stuffed away in various boxes.
In case you didn’t notice, it’s 2021. We’ve taken down the Christmas trees, finished burning the Kwanza candles, opened our swimsuit calendars, and entered a new year with a fresh and hopeful perspective. Some of us, anyway.
From Kuwait to the USA Military travel can be a lot like bowling. With every movement across the glossy hardwood lane of life, you anticipate a strike, if you’re lucky, but usually end up with a spare or gutter ball.
From Ali Al Salem to Camp Arifjan I awoke one Friday morning after a few glorious hours of sleep. It was August 28 in the year of the virus. My mission that morning was to find my lost duffel bag. If you recall, this was the bag with all my clothes in it that had
Al Udeid to Ali Al Salem I must have slept for six or seven hours. It was midday, and the lights were still off. The two or three other transients inside were sleeping as well. I knew that I should probably get up and eat.
It’s strange to be back in the US. Everyone has been dealing with the pandemic and lockdowns, and here I show up, ready to party. There’s lost time to be made up here, about a month, by my estimates.