Paris in my prayers

I’m not religious, so it’s a bit disingenuous for me to say that I’m praying for Paris tonight, in the wake of the terrorist attacks that have shaken the city of Light. But I want to let the world know that if this city can survive the Nazis, it can survive whatever assholes planned andContinue reading “Paris in my prayers”

When the music’s over, turn out the lights

For as long as I can remember, The Doors have had a place in my life. I first got into their music after I bought the Greatest Hits album on vinyl, back when I was in elementary school. I read No One Here Gets Out Alive, Danny Sugarman’s biography of Jim Morrison, when I was supposed to beContinue reading “When the music’s over, turn out the lights”

Paris, not horrible at all

When I was young, maybe in the first or second grade, there was a schoolyard chant that was directed at me. Kids being kids, the chant wasn’t very kind. It went like this: Horrible Harris Went to Paris To go see Roger Maris To a seven year-old kid, who didn’t know anything about Paris, orContinue reading “Paris, not horrible at all”