Archive for the 'Obligations' Category



Why do I continue to drag myself out in the open like this, week after week? For one thing, it helps to counter the toxic effects of a 40-hour week in the name of another man’s dime. It’s also a great way to add extra enjoyment to my collection. In addition to the thrill of [...]

I got a call from my father the other day. “You were right,” he told me. He’d been trying to keep a barbershop group together up where he lives in Anchorage, Alaska. But he was unable to keep the group engaged at the level he demanded, and he got tired of doing all the work. [...]

So, what did you do with YOUR “stimulus” check? I gave my share over to my wife — we’ve got bills to pay. No muss, no fuss. But I’m still hoping to “help keep the terrorists from winning” by checking something off my wish list. Specifically, I’m hankering after a new zoom lens for my [...]

Summer is never the easiest time of year for my brother Damon. Living as he does out in the middle of the desert with nothing but generator power and water from a shared well, it can be a challenge to keep himself cool. But even during the coolest time of the year, it’s tough trying [...]

Happy fucking fortieth anniversary, America. I can still remember clearly the 6th of June, 1968. That’s the day I learned that “Bob” was short for “Robert.” To my mind, there were two Kennedy brothers running for president that year. I knew the Kennedys were a big family, and they all seemed to be in politics. [...]

Gasoline is up to four dollars a gallon! It’ll be up to FIVE dollars by Christmas! In five years, we’ll be looking back on these times as a golden age as we pay up to TWELVE DOLLARS A GALLON for the noxious liquid! We’ve all heard the wailing. Well, it can’t bother me too much, [...]

Sure, here at Bostworld, we’re all about the fetish objects — the scrapbook items, the out-of-print vinyl, the odd junk found in the back of the closet. This is the very meat of our little weekly visits. But (for me, anyway) these things are nothing without the accompanying line or two of snarky commentary. At [...]