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A CHERISHED FAMILY TRADITION
Back on August 9, 1941, my grandfather, Herb Bolsta, copyrighted two original parodies: The Night Before X-Mess and Casey at the Battiest. For many years, he (more…)



One day I happened to look up at the ENCINITAS sign on the main street in town and realized that it was an anagram for NICE SAINT. How perfectly appropriate, considering that 
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I was a clueless, self-absorbed teenage boy. (Is there any other kind?) While working at Taco John’s one evening, a guy came in and ordered two tacos, no tomatoes. As I was preparing his delicious meal, I started yapping with my co-worker and friend, Juanita. When I wrapped up his tacos and handed them to him, he looked at me disdainfully and said, “I said, ‘No tomatoes.’”
THE SET-UP: When my daughter, Erin, was small, we established a sacred tradition: whenever she wanted a hard-boiled egg, she would crack it open on my forehead. Needless to say, my forehead saw a lot of action in the days following Easter every year. It’s been years since we’ve lived together so I have carried on the tradition myself, thinking of her fondly every time I cracked an egg on my noggin.
Yesterday, I dialed a phone number (well, I actually cut-and-pasted it into Skype) and was startled to hear Bill’s voice on the other end. I thought I was calling somebody else so it took a few seconds before I regained my equilibrium and told Bill I had called him by mistake. “No problem,” he said cheerfully. I don’t even know Bill very well; he’s my contact for writing newsletter articles for the Minnesota bank he works for. After disconnecting, I realized I had






