Dale Fetner
The air got cold a few days ago. It felt like the beginning of winter. It felt like impending holidays. It felt like the times I’d have to scrounge for my gloves to go...
Yearly Archive: 2008
Busted
The foyer of the Greenville Secret Service office was smaller than a decent walk-in closet. A pretty blond sat behind bullet proof glass stuffing envelopes and promising that somebody would be with me in...
Collateral
I’m simply too tired today to write anything that makes sense, so I thought I’d offer something that didn’t make too much sense to me at the time. Last week when I was working...
DIY
Last summer, I got it in my head that it might be time to stop identifying myself publicly with as narrow a scope as I had been. While my life and writing has revolved...
Fun with photos
The kid’s stamina for Daddy Day ran out somewhere in between Monkey Joe’s and the pet store. So, with some time to kill while he’s napping, I found a nifty little site via lifehacker...
Friday Mental Massage: Foul Mood Friday
It all started yesterday when a friend told me he was in a bad mood. Funny, I thought, I’m in a pretty good mood. From that second forward I have been in a downward...
My exotic life
(G-Vegas, SC)–Back home and barely rested after several days in Las Vegas. You went to Las Vegas? How exciting? Did you see Wayne Newton? Did Elton sing “Tiny Dancer?” Was Paris a slut? I...
Things I’ve seen
(Las Vegas, NV)–It’s 9:15pm. I start work at 10pm. I could be finished at 11pm or 11am. It all depends on whether a scary Russian and maniacal Dane decide to gamble for $4 million...
A friend’s work
I know my friend T is a friend when he manages to do something cool for me like what you see below. If he would just cut it out with the viral videos from...
And to Vegas
(G-Vegas Airport)–The gate agents always look at you with a smile when they see you’re going to Las Vegas. I don’t bother telling them it’s for work. It only leads to the old, “Well,...
Going home to a foreign country
(San Jose, Costa Rica)–The Obama victory celebration in San Jose, Costa Rica was small but dedicated. It started with my partners Dave and Joe convincing the bartender to turn the televisions to CNN. It...
Man without an Election Day
(San Jose, Costa Rica)–It’s late in Costa Rica. I’m here to work. I am among a ragtag group of local Ticos, traveling poker players, and lost gringos who gave up on America a long...
Timeless in Costa Rica
(San Jose, Costa Rica)–The great myth about the business traveler is that he spends a romantic life on the road, sucking the marrow from mythical streets of exotic cities, and running amok in cities...
Passport to Oddville
(G-Vegas airport, 8am)–Leaving is never easy. I needed small bills and raided the boy’s piggy bank for two five spots. I left a Hamilton in their place and then felt guilty enough I gave...