Louie Castoria

On May 15, 2024, Half Moon Bay lost a great friend, Bruno Giusti. Bruno was a family man whose “family” stretched far beyond people named Giusti. He reached out to

“We’re running out of time, Lara,” exclaimed Jor-El, the leading scientist on the planet Krypton. “We must rocket little Kal-El to safety.”

You know about those harmonic convergences that occur when most of the planets align in a row? June is that month for me. We’ve already had our wedding anniversary—our 48th, but who’s counting—and one daughter’s birthday.

I recently waxed rhapsodic about the “Tao of mowing,” the joy that comes from wordless attention to a fulfilling task. But every simple pleasure is balanced with a simple annoyance.

In the distant past, 1976, we started an Independence Day tradition of disparaging King George III, the British monarch who is blamed for touching off the Revolution.

Leo “The Lip” Durocher said it best, “Baseball is like church. Many attend, few understand.” I’m one among the crowd. My long-suffering wife, Susy, is among the few, a life-long,

With apologies to the Blues Brothers, I ask, “Who’s in charge here, humans or dogs?”

My friend Siri tells me that déjà vu, that nagging feeling that you’re in a time loop, means literally (in French) “already seen.” If so, movie goers are seeing a lot of déjà vu lately.

As everyone knows, we signed the Declaration of Independence on the Fourth of July, 1776. Except we didn’t.

As a professional Unpaid Humor Columnist, I recommend comedy as the cure, whatever kind of harmless humor you enjoy. Here are jokes of various lengths and topics. I hope at least one of them will brighten your day. I have no claim of authorship on them.