Author: Brad Willis

Otis and the Pisco Sour

The woman walked toward me with a plate of green balls. No story should begin that way. It’s the type of lead that conjures nightmares, or at the very least, pornographic guilt, you know...

Cuatro something in Peru

This is the reason you will never, ever hear me say anything about the Hispanic folk in America who can’t speak English: I know there are four something here in Peru that my cab...

Memorial Day 2010

I arrived at the airport early because I was hopping on an international flight, because thunderstorms were already delaying the outbounds to Atlanta, and because nearly nine years ago, a few religious extremists flew...

May minutiae

File May under “fail.” I don’t even wanna talk about it. Exercise: Apart from one trip to the gym, the only exercise I got during the entire month was a byproduct of playing ten...

Will Folks teaches us a lesson

South Carolina Republicans should thank Will Folks. Back in the early days of Folks’ career, he and I had our shouting matches. We had an adversarial yet friendly relationship. I was the pesky reporter....

Dude, I’m getting a Mac

Well, after all the teeth-gnashing and hand-wringing, Otis Inc. is getting a Mac–a 17″ MacBook Pro, to be specific. As most of you predicted, after diddling with my cousin’s MacBook for a bit, I...

Because we said so…

Let me be clear from the outset: I believe the most dangerous sex offenders should be given life sentences. I don’t have to tell you who the most dangerous are. You know. Those folks...

Help me buy a MacBook Pro

The post below was written a day or two ago and at the same time, I inquired with the tech department for a company for which I do some work about Mac compatibility with...

To catch a fish

I was beginning to wish we’d never seen the fish. I wished that the sun had set, dirty faces have been washed, and I was drinking a cold one on the back porch. I...

Dos es uno

I’ll be honest. By the time the boy we call Dos came into the world, I’d forgotten a lot about what it took to be the parent of an infant or toddler. I’d forgotten...

Pine Nut Mouth

I blamed the banana, and I blamed it in a number of four-letter ways that would’ve made my mom wash my mouth out with brands of soap only familiar to Russian intelligence agencies and...