The headaches, the lethargy, short-fused arguments, a desire to hang out in WalMart because your air conditioner is broken.
Times Change
Another sad casualty of the modern era.
Another sad casualty of the modern era.
My Expiration Date
I see my expiration date, it’s 2049.
I see my expiration date, it’s 2049.
Killing Time at ORD
TSA might be watching.
TSA might be watching.
Dead Woman Hollow
Dead Woman Hollow is an introvert’s dream.
Dead Woman Hollow is an introvert’s dream.
Some Strange Music
One might wonder why a straight, married, middle-aged (OK, oldish) guy like me identified with a novel about a teenage girl and a trans woman.
One might wonder why a straight, married, middle-aged (OK, oldish) guy like me identified with a novel about a teenage girl and a trans woman.
Hillbillies, Fallingwater & Missingteeth
I’m not a laugh-out-loud sort of guy
I’m not a laugh-out-loud sort of guy
The Sweet Scent of Decay
To seventeen-year-old me, that kiss was sex.
To seventeen-year-old me, that kiss was sex.
Memory Box
Those things I never threw away, I should have thrown away, now I can’t throw them away.
Those things I never threw away, I should have thrown away, now I can’t throw them away.
The Great Curve
Mo-om! Dad’s writing about his music again!
Mo-om! Dad’s writing about his music again!
Hey, You. Yes, You! You Matter.
Yes, you. We all do.
Yes, you. We all do.
Caution: Old Dude Rambling About Old Music No One Listens to Anymore
You’ve been warned.
You’ve been warned.
Eyes Wide Open
Apparently, I don't blink.
Apparently, I don’t blink.
A Town Called Malice
I wonder for the thousandth time what the hell my problem is.
I wonder for the thousandth time what the hell my problem is.
Jump Ropes and Caffeine
Healthy changes may or may not help me live longer, but eventually, just like the guy under the tombstone, I’ll “die anyway.”
Healthy changes may or may not help me live longer, but eventually, just like the guy under the tombstone, I’ll “die anyway.”
Musings of an Old(er) Runner
For me, my twelve-minute pace is a jog, and I’m proud to call myself a jogger.
For me, my twelve-minute pace is a jog, and I’m proud to call myself a jogger.