T’s Rules for Home Improvement
In April 1999, I walked into a new job. It was a bustling newsroom that had already known my wife for a few weeks. The first desk I passed was one of those places...
Category: Suburban warrior
Recommendations d’Otis
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...
Langerado 2008: Strawberry Shortcake’s key changes
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...
Otis the disabled plumber
My parents were due at the airport in half an hour. A contractor was due to arrive in the same time. I had better things to do than wonder why the kitchen floor was...
Langerado 2008: Serendipity in a white tuxedo
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...
Steve Earle Guitar Changes Hands
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...
Off the grid
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...
Bar light, bar bright
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...
Two Kids
I’m not much what you’d call the praying type. I think that subject has more than played itself out here. That aside, there are two kids out there this week who could use prayers’...
Clean Living
BadBlood suggested a new bar. I, by nature, am reluctant to change. My roots dig in when I find a place I like. I lived in the same house for eighteen years before overstaying...
Our man in the sand
I’ve written about my buddy Daly several times on Rapid Eye Reality. The last couple days I saw him, we went on a beer run, rumbled down an old gravel road, and ended up...
Eh?
I am accused of being overly cryptic in my online communications. Usually, my vague ramblings are no more than me trying to work through something in my head. Sometimes, there’s actually something going on....
Dear John Blogger
I remember our first night together. We were introduced by a mutual friend over a low country boil. The Tybee Island sun was setting and my head was light with spirits. I was so...
Getting screwed: The Live Blog
9:00am: Two days ago, my wife told me both of our uptairs toilets had problems. By problems, she meant they wfere flushing, but doing so all over the damned floor. I accused her of...