A baby from a king cake. Kept as a memory. Of New Orleans, I'm guessing. A memory that faded to nothing. See ya.
Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... 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 →
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.
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