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Aug
03
There was golfing on our “mancation,” our vacation designed specifically to do guy things. There was also batting practice in random fields we found along the way. Sure, there was a little gambling and an impossibly large basket of bacon that we left half-finished on the table. But the whole stated reason for our trip was to visit Minor League baseball fields around the state and in Ohio.
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Apr
10
Here’s the link to the Michigan Radio Living with Cancer piece.
I talk in Part Three: Do Something About It. You can tell it’s me because I’m talking about pee-pee. That’s all I can “leak” for now. Feel free to fast-forward to the 8:00 minute mark.
I look over some photos with Western Kentucky University student Brittany Greeson at the Mountain Workshops. (photo by Cassidy Johnson)
There’s a teaching job open at a nearby university. I half-considered applying for it, until I realized a couple things. One, it requires that you teach poetry. My appreciation of poetic form basically starts and ends with “There once was a man from Nantucket.”
The last gray glimmer of day fades behind the storm that made our electricity go out on a blind date without us. Like the pioneers, I sit and write by candle light. Unlike our forefathers, my iPhone sits next to me, pinging alerts about my Facebook friend’s power outages and pictures of other’s food or funny selfies. Tesla and Steve Jobs must be rolling their eyes and L-ing out L.
This blackout has also served to remind me why I got high grades throughout Elementary School in every subject besides penmanship (well, I blew at Math too, but for the purposes of this narrative, let’s just confine it to handwriting).
Things I Take For Granted, in no particular order:
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When one of the Admissions Counselors at my daughter’s college asked her to write a letter to a prospective student — who was also a zombie aficionado — this is what she came up with. Yes, the counselor let her send it.
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May
31
Kyle was frightened. Was that the ghost of Old Man Punderson disturbing his slumber at 4:00 am?
Nope, it was just me coming back from the toilet.
Feb
26
I was the one who first publicized St. Petersburg’s Church By The Sea as looking like a chicken. Now if you search “Florida Chicken Church” it will pop up internationally. (photo copyright Rodney Curtis/Rodney Curtis.com)
After writing this and posting it on social media, news outlets across the country featured the story.
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I’ve heard about this happening, but it’s always been to other people, not me. My brothers have talked about it; my cousins have experienced it. Heck, I first heard about it from my father, of all the awkward ways to learn about something like this.
But I’m turning 50, and like every other guy out there (and yes, women too) it’s just a natural inevitability. Read More
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not like I mind watching women in bikinis rolling around in the sand. But it seems as though there’s so much more to see during these Olympics. Yes, I realize this is the XXX Olympiad, but that’s probably not why we’re tuning in.
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