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Randy Jones

Born in Hopewell, Virginia... Lost in New Bern, NC and F-L-A... Found at the beach. Father. Partner. Writer. Lucero diehard.

The stuff, Day 9

This may not look like much, but sentimental value can be silly, right? Even though my old buddy Mike Dewey would disagree. This is a beat up lanyard from East Carolina University. I got it in 2007 or '08. I... Continue Reading →

Hail … err …

Another review of one of 52 for 52 reading project books... I grew up a fan of the Washington Redskins. I went to RFK Stadium exactly eight times with my dad to see games. He went a whole lot more, but I... Continue Reading →

Clearing The Bases by Mike Schmidt

First short review of my attempt at 52 in 52... Clearing the Bases" by Mike Schmidt. I started reading this one on my toilet. I always have a "toilet book." This one did not give me a reason to stay... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 8

This one was actually a little sad. My Bloom County books. Bloom County was a huge piece of my political awakening as a teen. In high school, I campaigned for George Bush, the 1st. I was a typical white teenager... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 7

I enjoyed my career as a journalist. I still freelance, but right now I am a dad first and a retail worker second and journalist third. I was laid off about a year ago now. I miss it an awful... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 6

I got these Metallica VHS tapes a few years ago at a thrift store. Why? No clue. I don't have a VCR. I don't want to see them. I'm going to give them to a co-worker at my part-time retail... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 5

An 8-track tape by George Harrison, "33 & 1/3". I used to have a working 8-track player. I don't anymore, yet somehow this is still in my possession. Not anymore.

The stuff, Day 4

Used to be really into JFK conspiracy theory. Now, with asshattery Trump in "charge" it seems so quaint and innocent. These will either go to one of my ever-diminishing Facebook friends, or the thrift.

The stuff, Day 3

Here's a piece of my past that never made a lot of sense. Back in 2001, my amp died. So, I bought a new one (on credit of course, but I do still have it and use it daily). A... Continue Reading →

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