by Brad Graber | Jun 17, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
Toenails are God’s little joke on men. Unlike women who luxuriate in pedicures, men are tough. We manage our own nail care. Bending and straining to clip them until something bad happens. An ingrown toenail. Foot fungus. Falling arches. And then we rush to the...
by Brad Graber | Jun 8, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
I’ve been driving Jeff’s new car. A Lincoln MKC. And much to my surprise, the whole thing is push button. The entire shift mechanism is gone. You have to literally point and touch your way to park, reverse and drive. Great for keeping your mind agile. Change for...
by Brad Graber | May 21, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
When did shaking hands as a greeting go out of fashion with men? It seems that everywhere you go—guys are now hugging. Restaurants, gyms, sporting events, car shows—wherever men gather—they’re engaging in these awkward man hugs. Not quite touching—and yet—touching a...
by Brad Graber | May 7, 2017 | Growing Older, Whimsical Observations on Life
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I seem to always be in the supermarket. I must have better things to do with my time than wander through Safeway, Fry’s and Trader Joe’s. And yet, now, I even go to Whole Foods to take out lunch. Has grocery...
by Brad Graber | Apr 30, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
I admit it. I’m addicted to old movies. Really old movies. I love silent films. I’m fascinated by those stars who never made the transition to sound. John Gilbert. Theda Bara. The list goes on. And though I regularly support the San Francisco Silent Film Festival, I...
by Brad Graber | Apr 24, 2017 | Whimsical Observations on Life
On a flight to Mexico, sitting in an aisle seat, a stranger once put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Cheer up, buddy. Things will get better.” Walking the dog in the morning, I’ve been told by neighbors that I’m rather stand-offish. And friends recently gave me a...
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