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As I type, my entirely family is huddled in the master bedroom. The dog is on a leash, the wife and I are sitting in bed, and the boy is running around on the...
As I type, my entirely family is huddled in the master bedroom. The dog is on a leash, the wife and I are sitting in bed, and the boy is running around on the...
My new shirt came in the mail yesterday. I’m wearing it this afternoon. Today at lunch, the boy looked at me with the same, innocent and quizzical eyes. “Who are those guys, Daddy?” I...
I’m a little busy over the next few days with work and side-work projects. It’s at times like this, when things are hectic, that having a sharepoint calendar is a must for busy working...
From time to time, I like to throw out a few recommendations. It’s not that I have particularly discerning tastes. I’m actually a pretty average guy with pretty average likes and dislikes. I think...
By the time Sam Bush stepped to the stage on Friday afternoon, the south Florida sun had breached the clouds and enforced every sunscreen rule my mother ever preached. I sat on the ground...
I would’ve liked to have been in on the meeting at which someone decided to book R.E.M. for Langerado. I might have suggested to the promoters that festival attendees are more interested in music...
Frequent readers here might remember a little project I started back in November. If you missed it, I sent one of my guitars over to Iraq to keep a friend occupied until he came...
Six of us walked through the crowd, dodging fire ant mounds, clumps of cow manure, and hippies. We were bleary-eyed, half drunk, and working on next to no sleep. Dark Star Orchestra had just...
Several months ago, my buddy G-Rob was lamenting his lack of availability for an annual trip to Las Vegas. Due to work and family issues, he was forced to stay behind while the rest...
G-Vegas had its first thunderstorm of the the season. It lasted as long as a barfight between two drunks–entertaining, but over quickly enough to get back to the evening without worry. On a sunset...
Monday: Awake at reasonable hour. Plow through backlog of undone assignments, lay off a couple others, try to avoid germs. Have dinner with Blood. Play cards until reasonable hour. Note: If playing cards doesn’t...
I’d always wanted to own my own bar. What proper drinker hasn’t? It’s growing up in the age of Sam Malone, I think, that turns us dive denizens into wannabe bar owners. The perfect...
Our waitress was perky. I’ll give her that. “I’m here to give you an authentic Italian experience,” she said. I tried not to roll my eyes. I was only sitting there because my kid...
I am not on a diet. I probably need to be. Beginning in early July, I started to notice that my lifestyle (fast drinks, fast food, no exercise, etc.) was starting to manifest itself...