Latest Steven Kalas Stories

2008-07-22 06:00:32

By Steven Kalas George Carlin is dead. He was an icon of my youth, and a counted on companion throughout my adulthood. What did I count on him for? To tell the truth. To keep me honest. To remind me that I am small, ordinary, impermanent and ridiculous. And to think: He delivered those sober and not-so-flattering messages into my life by making me laugh. I was 15 when my longtime schoolmates Keith and Carl introduced me to the George Carlin recording "Class Clown." We were at Carl's...

2008-06-24 06:02:37

By Steven Kalas He's not in love anymore. When he says it, I think of Dorothy holding her scruffy dog and saying, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." He's dismayed. A little awed. Eyes wide. Unsure. But relieved. Ever so relieved. And maybe a little anxious, too, like, if he surrenders to the relief and enjoys it, then perhaps he'll relapse into heartsickness once again. I'm not Jewish, but still I pantomime raising a glass of wine and I say, "Mazel tov!" Almost three years...

Word of the Day
  • Scandinavian punch made of claret and aquavit with spices and raisins and orange peel and sugar.
This word comes from the Swedish 'glogg,' which is an alteration of 'glodgat,' mulled (wine).