Showered in thought

In my salad days, I used to look at showers as the necessary obligation between dirty and clean.  My goal was to finish as quickly as possible, since it was taking up valuable time I could be using to get dirty again.  My Grandma would often look at me and send me back into the… Read more »

Father’s Day, part 2 – Dad

Dad. A lot of life, memories and stories invested in that word.  Not all of it was positive, for sure.  My endless attempts to meet up to his lofty expectations led to developing a perfectionist complex that’s taken decades for me to (mostly) unwind.  And his occasional dips into worry over my ability to choose… Read more »

Father’s Day, part 1 – Grandpa

I was going to begin this post with a digression about how I dedicated an entire week of my blog to Moms but only two days to Dads, but then I realized trying to capture my Grandpa in a single post was going to be long enough, so I leave the digression up to any… Read more »

The trouble with being human

I really need to not eat Doritos just before sitting down to type these blogs… The NBA finals have ended and my local team came up short.  As you regular readers know, I’ve been following (and even rooting for) this much maligned team due primarily to the fact that I think the nationwide antipathy to… Read more »

What’s in a name?

I was at a baseball game with a friend this weekend and a former co-worker and his wife came down the same row to sit a few seats away.  He said hi, calling me by name and I said hi as well…but totally unable to recall his name. This is a recurring problem for me,… Read more »

Cool rain

Is there anything more boring than talking about the weather? I don’t mean the extreme and tragic events that rightfully dominate our conversations; I’m referring to the ordinary, everyday commentary that ultimately leads to chestnuts like “hot enough for you?”  Yet, here I am getting ready to spend an entire post on rain.  But that’s… Read more »

Written on the sands

Nearly a year later, I’ve returned to my local beach with my comfortable chair and beach blanket to begin work on Book 2 of the Jeremy Shuttle Adventures, “What Next”. As before, I start with a jumbled mass of ideas I’ve been jotting down on a nearly finished yellow pad over that same time span. … Read more »

Yawning? No, no, it’s a…um…stretching exercise

Boy, I had a great idea yesterday for today’s blog and didn’t write it down because I knew I wouldn’t have any problem remembering it this morning; it was that good an idea.  Sh’yeah, right. By the way, those people who like to say “well, it couldn’t have been that important if you can’t remember”… Read more »

Spanking whitey

Golf, or as my friend sometimes calls it, “spanking whitey” (hey I don’t make ‘em up, I just report ‘em), is the ultimate mind-games sport.  It’s terrible and terrific.  Exciting and exasperating.  Frustrating and fun.  And all of that can come on a single hole. Whoever created the concept of hitting a tiny round object… Read more »

world backwards a in live We

Do as I say, not as I do. Shoot first, ask questions later. Hurry up, the light turned yellow! Have you noticed how backward our world is?  Today, I thought we’d gab about one of the things that strikes me as one of the most backwards of all:  insurance. Insurance, in a nutshell, is us… Read more »