I’m no conspiracy theorist… …but I just don’t buy it. Let me start off by saying, “MOO! MOOOOOOO! I’m angry! I’m maaaad! MOO!” When the world first started learning of Mad Cow disease years...
Non-fiction Pt. Two On March 24, 2003 Carolina Investors closed its doors after nearly 40 years in business. Representatives of the investment company told nearly 8,000 customers they weren’t sure how Carolina Investors could...
Hero I’m not one of those people who believe the alpha and omega balance on a fulcrum called sport. Sure, I’d like the Chiefs to go to the Superbowl. Sure, I’d like Missouri to...
A little non-fiction from work On March 24, 2003 Carolina Investors closed its doors after nearly 40 years in business. Representatives of the investment company told nearly 8,000 customers they weren’t sure how Carolina...
The dog ate my homework Today I met quite a pooch. I’d driven into a general aviation airport’s restricted area and stepped out of my vehicle without looking both ways. The dog didn’t even...
A slightly less brief moment of fiction Christmas in Vinyl-ville The neighborhood Christmas parade inched up Park Road (Jenny liked to call it Park Avenue) in a much too jerky fashion. The grand marshal’s...
Midnight “It’s one of those nights,” she said. She was lighting a menthol off the end of a smoking butt. The cash register hummed just underneath the buzz of the overhead fluorescents. Together, the...
If you buy this book… I will never speak to you again. First, let’s wipe our shoes before we walk in the house. There. Now that we’ve gotten the mess out of our boot...
My Own Private Suburbia The pizza from Pebble Creek hung in that precarious spot between a tastebud exotic massage and burning the holy hell out of the roof of my mouth. The antici…pation(when I...
Remember when I used to post? So do I. Those were fine times, the bees knees, and the salad years. You logged on while sucking down a cheesesteak or healthy alternative tofu product. I...
Tuning out or How I learned to stop loving the TV and start loving my wife Television executives are staring into the bird cage and trying to figure out why the canary is dead....
Theater of the absurd Sometimes, especially recently, you have to take a page from an old book of cliches and laugh to keep from crying. Someday maybe I’ll write a book of my own...
Insomnia redux I think I actually preferred the enemy I knew. At least I knew what to expect. The old insomnia let me hit the edge of sleep then nudged me into hours of...
Who is that? As a service to my readers and web searchers everywhere who have been asking who is that band in the Mac iPod commercial… You know the one…the one with people dancing...
