Author: Brad Willis

Maybe you don’t know about yard sales. Maybe you’re one of those hipster urbanites who would only stoop to have a garage sale as a goof on the trite suburbanites who have so over-filled...

Some days are best spent in the closet or under a homemade fort. As I told my wife when she asked, it’s not even worth discussing. In fact, if I have any chance of...

I was at a poker game in the middle of nowhere. It was the type of place you try not to go unless you have a buddy to back you up. Some of the...

The Steers: How is it that I hadn’t been to Texas since I got lost on San Antonio’s Riverwalk after dark (circa 1986 or so) but I’m now going back to the Lone Star...

Just when the weather starts to get hot in Upstate South Carolina, just when cotton candy starts to wither in the humidity and Tilt-a-Whirls can make youngsters puke in one spin, just when you...

Neither does King King, for that matter. That, however, is another story all together. Rather than mimic the entire Mastercard “Priceless” campaign, I’d ask that you just keep it in mind as I relate...

Gentlemen’s Clubs have long been more a “special occasion” venue for me than a frequent hangout. In fact, until Monday night, the last strip club I’d visited was an ugly downtown Vegas joint…with my...

Pauly continues the Meme Otis effort, with much appreciation from your humble editor. This one comes from a roadtrip that took him trough Santa Cruz. In the meantime, I’m less than 24 hours from...

…and no, I don’t mean divorce. Although, there was a point this weekend that one might have wondered if that might happen. Not really, of course, but one has to raise an eyebrow when...

I’ve been longwinded enough about my, er, maturation that I don’t think I need to prattle on about how I spend less time in bars these days. Now that I’m trying to spend less...

A friend of mine got caught up in the latest fiction craze It’s been a few months since this friend gave me a mix-disc with a song on it that he knew I liked....

I’m trying to work the word “potentate” into everyday conversation. “It sounds dirty,” Mrs. Otis said. We were looking down on the Potentate and the Past Potentate (there was also a potential Potentate in...

Nickerblog’s Mystery Hotel For an explanation of what’s happening here, visit Shane Nickerson’s Nickerblog It was awkward, the photographer’s entrance. Father knew. I had told him just seconds before. Father knew I’d made the...

Shameless navel-gazing The beers were taller than some of the waitresses. The mugs sweated like the kitchen help. The underground bar doubled as a Mexican eatery and was the perfect place for a couple...