Marty Barrett is a writer working in Los Angeles.
Nov 24
46 is the least-popular 2-digit multiple of 23, but I’m making it look good.
Nov 10
I am of a generation of men who spent their childhoods thinking Gordon Lightfoot’s “Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” was the most badass song ever (the ladies in-waiting included C.W. McCall’s “Convoy,” “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” by the Charlie Daniels Band and, of course, Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man”). It was only later that …
Oct 20
Whether deep under the sea or in the boardroom, today’s Enlightened Coelacanth teaches (chosen pronoun) how to live (chosen possessive pronoun) life to its fullest.
Apr 17
We’re up in the balcony of the Lowell High School Auditorium, Brad Moore and I, and we’re leaning over the side as we watch the LHS band (my sister is on clarinet) accompany the Spring production of “Oklahoma!” It’s May of 1980 and Brad is telling me about the Dead Boy. The Dead Boy is …
Mar 17
I’d been telling my children for a week that, by St. Patrick’s Day, they’d be getting Shamrock Shakes. And not just two of them, like when we go through the McDonald’s drive-thru once every three months and I stoically buy them two ice creams and eat none myself because I Don’t Support McDonald’s. We’d each …
Limericks of Loss And Regret: International Cormorant Edition
