More Closet Space. Sort of.
Cantankerously Yours
More Closet Space. Sort of.
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
Prologue:
I became a widower in 2009, and was fortunate to have wonderful kids around to help...
The 2020 Olympics: Special Events for Seniors Only
Cantankerously Yours
The 2020 Olympics: Special Events for Seniors Only
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
Several years ago, I wrote a column suggesting special events for senior citizens...
Tenth Annual Scroogie Awards
Cantankerously Yours
Tenth Annual Scroogie Awards
By Wendell Abern
Dear Holiday Revelers,
Scroogies are awards I inaugurated in 2006, as an homage to my idol and favorite role...
The Two People I’d Like to Meet in Heaven
Cantankerously Yours
The Two People I’d Like to Meet in Heaven
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
As a cranky curmudgeon, I was dubious about reading Mitch Albom’s, “The...
Trip to Chicago
Cantankerously Yours
Trip to Chicago
By Wendell Abern
Dear Frequent Flyers, et al,
I am writing this a few weeks before my semi-annual trip to Chicago to visit...
To all the grandchildren in the world
(EDITOR’S NOTE: This column first appeared shortly after the 9/11 tragedy in 2001. It has run every year since, with the author’s updates.)
Cantankerously Yours
To...
“He Didn’t Really Mean That”
Cantankerously Yours
“He Didn’t Really Mean That”
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
By the early ‘70s, my career as an advertising copywriter seemed to be blossoming.
I had had...
Did They Really Do That?
Cantankerously Yours
Did They Really Do That?
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
When I was a senior at the University of Illinois, I attended a talk given by...
“I Vanna Talk to Boinie!”
Cantankerously Yours
“I Vanna Talk to Boinie!”
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
My credit card company – I’ll call them MoneyGrubbers to protect my editors – inspired this...
Humor. And Women
Cantankerously Yours
Humor. And Women
By Wendell Abern
Dear Readers,
In late March, Anne Smith, the beautiful young choir director at River of Grass (my Unitarian Universalist congregation),...