Insurance fraud hail storm
On any given summer day in this fair suburban neighborhood, one could look out over the expanses of manicured fescue and Bermuda and find day laborers napping under giant sweetgums and oaks. They are...
Author: Brad Willis
Weekend pimp
I woke up this morning with a common but somehow greater appreciation for people who are willing to share what’s in their head. I have several friends who have done that over the last...
The Dennis DeYoung Dilemma
I’m sitting at a poker table. Or a bar. Or at the gate waiting for a plane. It doesn’t matter, because I ask the same question in all of these places and more. “If...
Six
Happy birthday to the boy who taught me a new kind of joy; that life is not only about more than me, but almost entirely about more than me; that there was yet another...
I knew I should be afraid
I woke up this morning with an inescapable sense that I should be afraid. It was still dark out, which meant the monsters still hadn’t crawled back under my bed after a night of...
Boogie Ball
The seaweed was thick that day. A park ranger told me it was called sargassum. I giggled, because that’s what children like me do when they discover words that sound like a combination of...
Margarita shrimp tacos recipe
The kitchen was a little short on supplies this evening when I went in to make dinner. I ended up experimenting a little bit with what I had and came up with this. There...
And so the summer ends
For the past several years, my family has been threatening to get together for a beach vacation. As we’re all exceptionally busy people who travel all the time anyway, it wasn’t easy to do....
Amanda Smith: Not a murderer
I was fully prepared to write today about Amanda Smith avoiding the death penalty by pleading guilty to murder charges. I was fully prepared to accept that Solicitor Bob Ariail didn’t feel like he...
July minutiae
I realized this morning that I didn’t post my minutiae from July. That’s easy to forget when your work station looks like this: But, promises are promises, and I told myself I would post...
Brothers
I wish I could remember the exact time my brother became my best friend. It might well have been the moment he was born, but you wouldn’t have known it until much later. Nearly...
Life before Angry Birds
I remember a time I could sit down to a dinnertime pork chop and not think, “Serves you right. You never should’ve thought that helmet would save you.” If I could remember it more...
What happened?
I long ago gave up the idea of chronicling everything that happens to me when I’m in Las Vegas during the World Series of Poker. I burn every candle at both ends and from...