I started to look like a caveman. My razors idled, my shaving motivation suffers during splendid isolation. Facial hair isn’t unusual for me, in fact, there is church directory photographic evidence of my great mustache faux pas of ‘85. Because Read more…
My mobile phone pinged this week and I had a what’s-all-too-frequent frown wondering, likely aloud,…. “what’s it now.” Business is tough, friends have needs, family has challenges, the stock-market has chaos, the world is half shutdown,..that alert doesn’t sound like Read more…
Birthday Morning Reflection I’ll could easily see myself limping into age 51 with my reading glasses on, ears ringing, knees aching, and right shoulder pain from sleeping wrong. It’s easier to look back instead of forward. While I may be Read more…
There are two types of people in this world. One type sees a tall kitchen garbage bag and thinks: Hmmm, that bag is about 87% percent full! If I change it out now, I’ll get a sweet neat tie off Read more…
One Moo’s tracks stretch around the outside, around the outside. Around the outside of our home they stretch like yoga, bringing peace and tranquility to all things that she doesn’t view as prey. There is a tasty same sounding ice Read more…
Black Death Swan Dive I like word play. Mixing phrases, words, tenses, and meanings into new combinations is historically a pursuit usually reserved for poets. It extends more recently to song writers and rappers. Subject matter doesn’t matter when well Read more…
We shared countless sunrises and spectacular sunsets. We worked hard and played harder. We sliced Titleists together, and dropped tap-ins. We carved up curves in convertibles and avoided a wide array of shitty drivers while we motorcycled. Don’t misunderstand, it Read more…
For some reason I never turn on the bathroom lights in the dead of the night. I must fear the bright watts will wake me more from my sleep than the reason I’m half awake. At home, where I’m aware Read more…
I’m as certain I won’t do another one of these obstacle-mud runs again as I was positive the last time I regretted signing on to crawl through barbed wire, run up slick walls, climb cargo nets, and swim through mud. Read more…
The story you are about to read is true, and no names have been changed to protect the author’s pride. Sunday morning I’m lounging in my boxer shorts in the recliner when I catch a glimpse of something from the Read more…