Beagleman – Page 48

MY PALS: Nolan

They call my friend Nolan a “beagle mix,” but forget that. A beagle’s a beagle. And this is one cool beagle. Nolan lives in Alexandria, VA, with Maggie and Philip, Beagle Man’s friend Jeff’s daughter and son-in-law. Okay, let’s go back a couple of years to when Philip was about to propose. It’…

Bulldogs are cool. Beagles are sweet

Got an e-mail earlier this week from my wife on the intra-Herman distribution list (Carol, Matt, Greg, Robby, Luz, me): “OMG . . . I’m crying.” The subject line read: Joyful beagle sees owner after 6 months. Sounded great — but I was in the middle of something and couldn’t watch the video at th…

MY PALS: Brodie

I had my first-ever sleep-over at Brodie’s. He lives in Somerville, MA, with Lang and Marilyn — Beagle Man’s good friends. Brodie’s a big Golden — look at him! — calm and dignified, and much older than I am. I kind of looked up to him as a role model. But I was just a puppy back then, and I…

Hooray For Ricky! Hooray For Coffee!

It’s 11:30 AM. I’ve been at my desk since 9. At least in theory. I’ve been hard at work. Again, in theory. In reality, I haven’t done much besides checking my e-mail repeatedly, and the weather in Westport, Montauk, and other spots of critical interest, like Santa Monica, CA, and Grinnell, Io…

Beagle Man’s 100 Favorite Songs Of All Time (Part Three)

We didn’t get through the entire Top 100 that Saturday night. In fact, it wasn’t until lunchtime Monday — Memorial Day — that we finally reached the Top 10. By then, as the holiday weekend wound down, the crowd was a little less raucous and celebratory, and a little more judgmental. (Sort of…

Beagle Man’s 100 Favorite Songs Of All Time (Part Two)

“Wouldn’t It Be Nice,” the Beach Boys great 1966 hit, came on first. I experienced a moment of trepidation, but the song drew a rousing ovation. Numero 100 was a hit with the crowd! Phew! I felt gratified — and relieved. If #100 got this kind of reaction, imagine what it would be like when w…

Beagle Man’s 100 Favorite Songs Of All Time (Part One)

The excitement had been building since Thursday night, when the first wave of Memorial Day weekend revelers began showing up at our beach place in Montauk. Arriving earliest were Robby and a bunch of friends, already socked in and watching Heat vs. Pacers, Game 6, when Carol and I got there. A…

The Day We Brought Ricky Home

August 12, 2003 had finally arrived. The day that had been circled on the calendar. The day we’d be traveling up to Templeton, MA, to pick up some very special cargo. It was the culmination of a flurry of activity that had been going on for months. Years, in fact: The 2,000+ times that Robby…

Robby’s Home!

Ricky Turns 9

Just got off the phone with Robby, in L.A. He called to wish Ricky a happy birthday. I put the phone on speaker, and Robby sang. Ricky had been snoozing on the playroom couch, and he kept right on snoring during Robby’s “Happy Birthday to You” — but toward the end, he opened his eyes, lifted…