A Lousy Comparison
“It’s just like Romeo and Juliet. It’s true love,” she offered. Her friends’ approval was widespread and immediate. The speaker was a high school student, probably a frosh or sophomore....
Author: Hurls
A Worthy Aspiration
I haven’t written much lately. Sooo many spinning plates and so little time. I’m hoping life will settle down, which is likely a punchline many of you know in your...
“I’m Sorry About Your Car, Mr. Hanks”
My Philosophy teacher at Merced College claimed he never dreamed at night. Ever. I’m on the opposite end of the spectrum. I dream all night, every night. Maybe he was...
Today’s Challenge
Sometimes I give myself a writing challenge. Today’s brain-bender is to write a meaningful post in one hour, writing based on a quote that I didn’t choose. Here’s what I...
A Prisoner’s Rant
We’ve had several days of weather here in Texas. A few inches of snow and temps in the 20’s, which would be no biggee in Chicago, but it’s Snowmagedon here....
What Do You Want From 2025?
Ah, yes, we’ve reached that point in the calendar. December about to turn to January, out with old, Auld Lang Syne and all the rest. News and social media churn...
This and That, Tying Up Loose Ends
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...
Party Hearty, Morty!
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...
Trophies of Living
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...
Remembering Mad Dog
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....
