Luckiest man
I take compliments badly. Always have. A good friend told me many years ago (and he probably doesn’t even remember it) that when somebody offers me a compliment, I should learn to not over-think...
Category: Suburban warrior
October minutiae
Only two more months of posting this ridiculous drivel. October was a month that I pegged to achieve one of the goals I set a year ago. It’s something thousands of people could do,...
Halloween story 2010
There is probably a good reason we all don’t circle around a Halloween tree and exchange gifts at midnight of October 31st. No matter. Halloween remains one of my favorite holidays and one I...
Grown-ups can have hamsters
“A boxer!” the boy exclaimed. We were in the car. Tom T. Hall was singing about old dogs and my kid was pointing out the window at the brown boxer on the suburban lawn....
My microlending boy
Last week around this time, I was in the back of a Volkswagon and sliding out of a misty Rosario, Argentina. The city’s huge monuments and cloud-soaked buildings escaped through the back window as...
Our new girl
We spent nearly three months walking around a quiet house. We spent three months with no reason to make sure we didn’t leave a box of crackers unattended. We spent three months without seeing...
September minutiae
September is set to end, near as I can tell, in about 13 hours. It’s been a been a heckuva month. I barely understand why I keep doing these monthly updates, except that I...
Sunrise
I’ve seen a lot of sunrises in the past three months. Some have been shame’s flashlight, burnt orange, Vegas disasters that made me curse myself and everything around. A few have been black, through-the-curtains...
Milestone
Along the way to becoming a man, along the way to that first kiss, first car, first beer, first love (none of these in any particular order, I’m sure), and all the rest of...
Nine years of drivel
As I sat here and tried to decide what sort of drivel might fit on this page today, I realized I’ve been writing on Rapid Eye Reality for nine years now. It was around...
August minutiae
As part of my on-going series of “Stuff About Which You Don’t Care,” here’s the monthly report on the little things that kept me busy. Please return in September for…well, whatever happens that is...
Insurance fraud hail storm
On any given summer day in this fair suburban neighborhood, one could look out over the expanses of manicured fescue and Bermuda and find day laborers napping under giant sweetgums and oaks. They are...
Weekend pimp
I woke up this morning with a common but somehow greater appreciation for people who are willing to share what’s in their head. I have several friends who have done that over the last...