You don’t work there anymore
About twice a month, I look across at my wife as she sits on the computer steaming about one thing or another related to the local television news industry. “You don’t work there anymore,”...
Author: Brad Willis
Big box blues
I hate this part. There was a time when my not-yet-atrophied heart thought about the romantic nature of gift-buying. I would spend hours looking for the perfect gift, from a jeweler similar to this...
Slice of summer
Autumn makes me think. Spring makes me feel. Winter makes me numb. Summer makes me…me. Summer smells like cut grass at sundown. It looks like a teenage girl’s windblown sundress. It feels like sweat...
Bad SEO! Bad!
If you’ve ever sat back and wondered how that guy down the street seems to make so much money with what he calls “Work on his website,” you’re probably not familiar with Search Engine...
Otis’ Boxed Life
I have two lives: In the box and out of the box. My time out of the box is governed by the whims, wishes, and needs of my wife and kid. It’s beautiful, but...
In the name of Science
I’m going to do something I thought I never would on this blog. I admit it. I watch American Idol. I don’t know how it happened. First, it was just a way to spend...
Sharing Books winner
Well, when I offered to re-gift my copy of “Another Roadside Attraction,” I knew I was going to have a tough decision on who finally ended up with the book. I’m happy to announce...
Trapped
I don’t believe problems without solutions. If something doesn’t have a solution, it’s more than a problem. It’s a dead-end, like that story you tried to tell when you went to the emergency room...
Sharing books
Several months ago, my buddy Pauly sent me a copy of “Another Roadside Attraction.” It was a book that, much to my surprise, I had never read. Pauly enclosed a note indicating that he...
A cabbie in Monte Carlo
It’s 7:15am and I’m in the back of a Mercedes in Monte Carlo. I’ve been on no sleep for as long as I can rightly remember. My bags are in the trunk, my seatbelt...
Somebody died
At 5am, I was sitting in a place called the Blue Gin Bar drinking a 1664 beer and wishing I’d never even heard of a place called Monte Carlo. It was a place that...
Brought up on Sin City
I’ve managed to make optimism a fault. I don’t know how it happened, but some time in the last decade, I’ve figured out a way to find silver linings in sow’s ears (not to...