Monthly Archives: December 2014

Getting an earful

Had a lunch and miscellaneous day with Dad yesterday.  A “miscellaneous day” is characterized by riding around town doing multiple errands.

Dad took the wheel this time, as he wanted to get his car washed.  After a nice lunch (Five … Read the rest

The break up

Maybe you’ve been lucky.  Maybe you’re not one of us.  But most of us have had at least one break up in our lives.

They can be messy.  They can be emotional.  The effects can linger for so long. “Breaking … Read the rest

Pen or pencil

As I begin the scribbles that will eventually become my next book, I go through my preparations carefully.

Ruled notepads….check!

Portfolio for notepad….check!

Random story notes….check!



Waitaminute…I don’t need both; I just need to choose one.

(A) I … Read the rest

It’s not always black and white

The saga of Jeffrey’s Next Car continues with today’s official test drive of the Subaru Legacy Limited.

Nice car.  Really nice.

It took considerable willpower not to sign a deal today after some aggressive pricing and a solid trade-in offer.  … Read the rest

Dukes of Boca

Yep, a couple of middle-aged men riding around in sharp cars.  ‘Course, we didn’t own any of them.  And we really didn’t ride around in any, come to think of it.

I probably dropped a mention recently how I’m in … Read the rest

Bulk buying can lead to bulk eating

Time for this week’s “blast from the past” off my old Myspace blog.  Particularly relevant, since after today’s lunch with the parents, I’m off to pick up some green and red peppers and make a batch for tonight!


Oboy. … Read the rest

Out on a limb




It’s back!  Returning after a long hiatus, the popular monthly feature is here to edumacate you on the origins of those clichéd phrases you hear (and probably use) so often.

Now let’s see what’s coming down the … Read the rest

Unwritten rules

Okay, so we’ve discussed my “new” (old?) life in yesterday’s installment and that brings us to what the heck is holding me back from getting started on my next book.  The answer is as simple as it is embarrassing:

Nothing.… Read the rest