Bill Morem

As my grandfather Earl would say, it’s time for some minutus cantorum, minutus balorum, minutus carborata decendum pantorum. (Translation: A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants.)

Harvey Balmer pretty much sums up my feelings about the elders in our tribe: If genes and good fortune allow us, most of us will end up in a rest home at the end of our lives.

It was one of the odder gigs I’ve done: Introducing Marvel Comics’ Spiderman to groups of kids and parents at this year’s Central Coast Book and Author Festival. It was a resume-padding experience that anyone would covet, no doubt.