My parents tried everything they could to assist me in being a normal kid. That was more or less a hopeless endeavor but try they did. For most young boys, participating in sports is the ticket to fitting in and
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. It’s a grave situation for a terrorizing terrier.
Before the advent of mothers losing years of afternoons shuttling their kids to countless practices and activities…before the days of carefully planned play dates…before the invention of the game console…there was the bicycle. And the bicycle was integral to the
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. The case of the unmistakable scent.
As an only child and an accident waiting to happen, I didn’t have lots of playmates when I was in grade school. All of my Jersey cousins were much older than me. So, from time to time, Dad would pack
Shortly after my superhero escapade, the first “Jesus, he could have been killed” misadventure came my way. As is the case with nearly every calamity in my life, it was almost completely my fault. My Dad, Halsey Fink, grew up
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. You know where you’re going when you get there.
The Dog Needs Therapy cartoon. There is joy in Mudville.
I grew up in an area of New Jersey where everyone was Catholic. And white. I didn’t even meet a Jew until high school. Ditto for a black kid. If I had gone to public school it might have been