Armchair cop, armchair reporter I was an invisible as a man who lived in a house with three other guys could be. Boxer shorts, stinky t-shirt, unshaven, surrounded by empty food containers and a...
The Good Big Brother Beer cups at your feet, revelers around you, street lamps painting your beer-flushed face, you have no expectation of privacy. You stand, inebriated, on a street corner. You are not...
The Bowler and The Eyewitness Karrie’s Kafe has about the best chicken salad in Upstate South Carolina. Karrie’s is about two miles from where I work. My travel time between the greatest chicken salad...
Animation My dog, though a dainty little bitch, goes by the name Bubba Franks on Monday nights. She’s a pretty good tight end (great with the ten yard curl patterns) but not so good...
Obviously… …there are some issues. And I’m not only talking about my psyche. We here at Mt. Willis had a minor crash that has meant the demise of the Mt. Willis Cam for the...
Feeling sideways Sometimes I wish I were one of those people who doesn’t dream. This morning, my wife nudged me out of a powerful dream involving serial killers, rich benefactors, high school reunions, a...
Eying it up I must be a Grade A idiot. Hurricane Lili (in certain parts of the South, that’s Hurrikun Lili) currently gusts at 165 mph. She threatens to turn from a Category 4...
Could it happen here? It’s the hackneyed tease line to every bad TV story. “Rabid marmoset hijacks bus load of school children. Could it happen here?” “Mother Theresa dies. Could it happen here?” “My...
Listening to the homily If there can be shotgun homes, I was in a shotgun church last night. Long, skinny, full of stained glass and large organ pipes. The wedding soloist didn’t need a...
The Wilted Wootler Parents have covered their child’s eyes at the sight. Dainty women have run into the street to avoid it. My wife has threatened physical violence if I didn’t put them away....
Fatigue of the highest order Emeril was bamming in front of me. His food must have been some form of ambrosia. My wife was breathing next to me. What she had to offer…we’ll not...
Smiling…but glad to be home Back…many stories and memories. Much to tell about one of the finest trips a guy can take. No time to tell it. But this moral…it sometimes takes a trip...
Up here (pointing to my noggin’) I’m already there… Friends, Rapid Eye Reality is taking a brief hiatus. Everyone be safe and watch out for Tropical Storm Izzy (my pet name for the soon-to-be...
Bound only by conscience… …we, a barely-motley crew of semi-adults, are bound for Las Vegas. Still…72 hours separates us from our mission. They are hours that will not pass quickly. They are 72 hours...
