Life happened, but the purge isn't deterred. First... A cool old Pringles can. When I bought it for a quarter in a thrift store years ago, it had cool old tennis balls inside. Izzy long ago got a hold of... Continue Reading →
This suitcase doesn't have much to tell. Bought it to go to England and Ireland back in 2011. My buddy Josh made it possible, otherwise I never would've gone. It sat for a while after that, full of old clothes.... Continue Reading →
(I wrote this in May of 2012. I like it.) The second, and so far last time I ran into Elvis Costello was in Richmond, Virginia. Well, not exactly in Richmond, but just outside of Richmond in Goochland County. He... Continue Reading →
I tend to hold on to magazines. Read, unread, half read, never gonna get read. This pile will be tossed today. It's especially hard because these are mostly New Orleans mags. I never want to stop learning about the place... Continue Reading →
Echoes are the first thing you notice walking into this once-proud room. Even if moccasins are being worn, footsteps are impossible to hide. Friends and enemies alike are gone. Debates are few. Arguments, non-existent. When a phone rings now, the... Continue Reading →
“I’m going home,” she said as I sat in my lawn chair watching the storm brewing off the coast. “Ok, babe. I’ll be fine by myself.” I watched her get in the station wagon. I loved that old brown bomber.... Continue Reading →
Life interrupted again, as a trip to the ER with my son (allergic reaction to food) took me out of the purge mindset... More useless VHS tapes today. In my old footlocker. Should be plenty else there too...
This is the meaning of junk. Although, I am sure someone will beg to differ... Pieces of an old cool Volvo. I figured when I moved in to my fiancée's place, I'd sell them for beer money or a movie... Continue Reading →
Sometimes you realize just how silly the clutching of possessions can be. Here is the chainsaw from a giant Ash (Evil Dead) doll an ex gave me a loooong time ago. I gave the doll to my son a long... Continue Reading →
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