Oct
05
Sep
22
Two old white guys were sitting, sipping coffee. I know it sounds like the beginning of a joke and in a way, it is.
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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Sep
03
I’m not exactly sure when it hit me. Maybe it was while I was fiddling with my camera’s exposure settings that I realized standing in the path of an oncoming lighting storm might not be the most intelligent thing I’ve done in my life. But I had my wife, my daughter and her boyfriend as company, so if our foursome got struck by one of the errant bolts slashing toward us, at least we’d save on funeral expenses.
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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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Jul
29
Old people make my daughter cry.
I know that’s a weird thing to say, but it’s true; I’ve seen it. The tears, though, are mostly tears of happiness. Again, I know that sounds strange.
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Jul
15
Dr. Baker sailed off into the sunset.
I know that sounds like the beginning (or end) of some pulp summer novel, but in this case it’s true. Read More
I was reminiscing with my friend — an old friend — from back when the 70s weren’t polyester nostalgic, but a flesh and blood, corduroy reality. We were kids back then, looking in amazement toward the fall when we would be juniors in high school. That summer night a zillion years ago, I hopped on my Schwinn 10-speed and rode back to my safe, secure home. She walked back into her hell at the house on the corner.
Jun
30
My cousin, Chris Turner, takes another of his “record-setting” runs down the summer luge track.
Jun
27