John Mark Dempsey

I bought a nice Mother’s Day card recently for the long-suffering Tricia.  It carried a sweet and sentimental message – “Screw the laundry.” 

I’ve probably seen more musical performances this year than the previous 10 years combined (as described previously, the ’60s band the Zombies, followed by Eric Clapton and the performers named here).

Lovely wife Tricia and I have attended more than our share of music events lately.  So much that a friend of mine commented on Facebook, “You are really hitting the nightlife!”

The 1950s are a litmus test for our political views; love the ’50s, you’re likely conservative; hate the ’50s, you’re likely liberal.*

I went to Washington, D.C. recently for an academic conference – one of those conclaves where you present your brilliant scholarly insights to a room of 15 other Deep Thinkers.

Perhaps you’ve seen a commercial recently on TV. (Given the highly targeted nature of advertising today, it probably helps if you frequent the news and sports channels viewed by middle-aged men like me.) 

I felt a certain guilt in watching the search for the two alleged Boston Marathon bombers:  I enjoyed it.