It was a Thursday morning. I remember that much. The day was much like every other spring day. I woke up around 10 in the morning. I turned on my computer. I stared at it for a while. I ate... Continue Reading →
My 1987 Acura Legend didn’t want to go any further west than Waynesville, North Carolina. She had a bad transmission when my ex inherited it from her uncle. He bought it new. For cash. Found the receipt one day about... Continue Reading →
This parking pass is from my then minimum wage job, now $7.75/hr. job... I figured I'd be there at most a couple months. Then I'd have a new full-time gig writing or editing and be done. With a new career!... Continue Reading →
Three years I’ve been coming to this place, and still the guy at the help desk has no idea who I am. “Have you been with us before?” he always asks. “Yep, many times,” I always say. Maybe it’s a... Continue Reading →
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 →
Sitting in my house, staring at the wind blowing the plethora of flags in straight lines away from the coast, I decided I needed to do something. But first I took my shoes off. I went over eight months without... 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.
(Note: This was written a while ago. There is a nice start to a pulpy story in here, minus the misogyny...) I’m sitting on a bar stool in a nowhere cantina just outside of Galveston. My Shiner Bock is just... Continue Reading →
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