Writing and thinking for the fun of it.
No fresh ideas today, no new pearls of wisdom or bon mots. That doesn’t mean I have nothing to say. But I’m going backwards in order to go forward. First...
I know what you’re thinking. “Hey, Hurls, either that’s a typo or you don’t know the phrase. It’s supposed to be Marty, not Morty.” To which I say, “You are...
There’s a line from Romeo and Juliet where Romeo utters, “He jests at scars that never felt a wound.” (Act 2, scene 2). The line matters because it’s the first...
It’s funny what can trigger a memory. Recently, a friend mentioned Greg Maddux, former pitcher for the Cubbies and Braves and now a member of the Baseball Hall of Fame....
Hurl’s Treehouse has been on hiatus due to a minor car accident Melanie and I were in a few weeks ago. We’re fine, compared to many who suffer great injuries...
Before we begin, you need to go back and look again at A Cross Tic, my previous entry. Call it homework. I fear most of you missed the acrostic (not...
I’m addicted to writing, mostly because I’m infatuated with words, and by extension, word games. Wordle and Strands, for example. It’s a lifelong obsession. I recall as a young buck...
(*Not an accepted acronym for anything I know of and not affiliated with Bristol Myers, batter manufacturers, or any bowel syndrome. Especially the last one.) When my kids were little,...
In case you’re wondering if there’s some sort of announcement here (like in the previous blog), there is not. Melanie and I are in fine health, thanks mostly to her....
(I wrote this post two weeks ago, but I had to put a lid on it until the news became public. If you don’t mind, just pretend it’s two weeks...
In Septemeber, 2020, Melanie and I moved to Texas after living in Chicago for 35 years. Before Chicago, it was Orange County, CA for five years and before that was...
