An adventures at the Parisian luxury hotel, the Plaza Athenée Read More

It was a warm,  sunny Sunday morning in the city and I decided to do some neighborhood chores before the temperature rose. We fill our prescription meds at the Walgreens pharmacy chain where the pharmacists can pull an RX from any Walgreens branch. That’s come in handy when we’ve been away and have forgotten to… Read More

  Retrospect – The Altar Boy’s Story By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 Preface: Faith is a funny thing. It’s not always about answers—it’s often about the questions that linger, the doubts that echo, the moments that shape who we become. For me, growing up in mid 20th century Boston, faith was woven into… Read More

Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/12/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the truly bizarre often gets lost in the daily deluge of the merely strange, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your steadfast compass pointing towards the delightfully unhinged. This week, we explore the burgeoning field of competitive apology, the unexpected… Read More

“Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama I find there’s a quiet kind of healing peace in the early morning empty streets and pathways, a softness in the Spring sky that speaks to my soul. With the world as loud and uncertain as it is, I remind myself to… Read More

Bonfire My father Arthur was born in 1912 in the Catskill town of Liberty NY some years after his parents,  my grandmother Esther and my grandfather Sam,  had emigrated to the States from Ukraine.  (See The Wheat Field)  At first they had settled among other Eastern European Jews in New York’s lower eastside where Sam worked… Read More

    Weekly Satirical News: Saturday 4/5/2025 By Kevin J. W. Driscoll © 2025 Preface: In a world where the line between reality and a particularly vivid fever dream continues to blur, the Driscoll Dispatch remains your trusty guide through the delightfully disorienting landscape of the present. This week, we explore the rise of sentient… Read More

"Remember, always be a lady," Grammy said. Read More

  Retrospect – I Survived The 1970s By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025   Part 1: October 1970 The other day, I swear, I could still smell the tear gas clinging to my denim jacket. It’s like a stubborn ex-girlfriend, that stuff – refuses to let go. And, of course, the ever-present aroma of… Read More

Library Cookies Catching myself with my hand in the cookie jar the other day I found myself smiling at a sweet memory. I’ve written about my years as a high school librarian,  my colleague Ann,  and our boss Dorothy.  (See Dolly and Me at the DMV). In the back of that school library was our large,… Read More