If I had to pick a favorite possession, it would probably be my porch.
A long long time ago, there were land lines.
How tempting to wave a magic wand, to order a decree to make things go the way you want.
A long-ish rumination on my past.
I’m a pretty normal, boring guy. Except…
The “Getting to Know You Award” is about…take a guess.
Blogging is both the most and least rewarding hobby I can imagine.
Caffeine is a drug. And I’m a guy with a long history of abusing it.
Paying for a haircut strikes me as equivalent to throwing money on the floor and watching someone sweep it into the trash.
By the time I quit drinking, I was a light drinker with a drinking problem.
At one point, I’d memorized all five.
Any age ending in “three” is destined to be an afterthought.
What happens when we play favorites?
I respond well to a placebo effect.
“Dad, why don’t we call a friend?”
I am truly scarred from the experience.