After a way too long hiatus due to: 1. The end of my first P.R. job and needing to work more at my just above minimum wage job, 2. Time and my inability to prioritize, And 3. Laziness I am... Continue Reading →
Shirts. They help me remember. They are memories, good and bad. It is extremely hard for me to cut them loose. Two are going. An old Virginia shirt that has seen a decade and a half or so of my... Continue Reading →
George Will was someone I read as a 20-something. Then I started reading his non-baseball work. I stopped reading George Will. This has hung around in boxes like a vampire. It's going to the little library today.
May try some ketchup today.... This book mocks me... In headier times, I bought it. Those solitary days (and nights) of living alone, drinking, eating, listening to music, watching movies, and reading. I'm a dad now, which means I know... Continue Reading →
Phil Hellmuth's "Play Poker Like the Pros" book. Was a gift from Emily. During the "poker boom." Never did become a pro. Just one of those things that make Colin Hay's lyrics resonate.
This one was easy...And hard... My second favorite pair of plaid shorts. Ripped. While playing with my son today. I wore them for hours afterwards, because "there's no way they really just ripped." Derp.
Jek Porkins. Bought this years ago. Put it on my desk at work at the Sun Journal. Those days died. Since, it's been on a shelf. Giving it to my son Izzy to destroy now.
A very old Champion sweatshirt. Story to come later... Later... This was left behind in my abode in college. By a gal I had a serious crush on. The first one in the UVa days in Charlottesville. She was the... Continue Reading →
I've had this shirt since 2003 or so. It reminds me of my ex. I bought it because I had a glass from The Pussycat Lounge. Some old thrift store find. I used to buy glasses all the time. Vintage,... Continue Reading →
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