A Halloween story
Last year at this time, I wrote a little story for Halloween titled “The spot in my yard.” It was a spooky little tale based on some real happenings around the house. This year...
Monthly Archive: October 2009
Still asking why
During the last Presidential administration, I used the word “why” a lot. Now that the guy I supported is in office, it would be pretty ridiculous of me to stop asking. So, when a...
Fireworks break
We’re getting ready to head into Otis’ Six Weeks of Crazy that will see me in plane seats and hotel beds as much as I am home. Today, we took the afternoon to take...
Jim DeMint fears Orwell, thought, compassion
I honestly didn’t know people still actively worked to defeat hate crime legislation. I thought it had become sort of passé, like segregated lunch counters or Native American genocide. Yet, there are still people...
Journalism and the Palmetto State of play
Union County, South Carolina was barely on the map in 1993. There was no easy way to get there by interstate highway. It wasn’t even the place drivers ended up by accident. It was...
In case of emergency
“You do not want to be the last one in here,” he said. A few seconds later, I was in the hallway with all my gear and a few hundred other people. If Mike...
Balloon Boy is your fault
This is your fault. Certainly, there’s a lot of blame to go around, but most of the people who are pointing fingers at the Henne family tonight should turn off their TV and look...
The flour did not prepare me
I was 16 years old and carrying a five-pound bag of flour around the halls of Willard High School. Because the flour was wrapped in a baby blanket and wearing a diaper–and because I...
Continued adventures in health care
The boy we call Dos is now five months old. He recently started eating oatmeal. He can roll front to back and back to front. The way he’s moving, I wouldn’t be surprised if...
Drunk in London
It’s easy to booze it up on the road trips I take. The poker world is full of people who only know two things: poker and partying. As I get older, I have to...
Bye, London
The trip was exhausting. The hours were pretty long and the jet lag lag made it all longer. I’m still barely conscious, but I made it home last night. I might write more about...