Surviving the Innocence of Childhood
I’ve seen a good number of articles and videos recently touting the wonder of growing up in the 60’s and 70’s. Especially if you lived in a smaller town, we...
Author: Hurls
Creaks and Squeaks and Things That Don’t Go Bump in the Night.
It’s been awhile since I wrote here. I’ve been working on a Devlin sequel, which is at least a year away. Then, this morning I weaved a serpentine path from...
Someone (Not Me) Has To Do The Dirty Work
Mike Rowe used to host a reality show called Dirty Jobs. The premise was simple: as best as he could, Rowe would assist someone who did the dirtiest, most repulsive,...
I Believe What I Believe (it’s what makes me what I am)
The title is taken from Creed, a song by Rich Mullins who happens to be my favorite musician. Tragically, he died in a car accident in 1997 near Peoria, IL....
Just Like a Day at the Beach
I interrupt your life for a brief rant. I’ve had some form of this conversation many, many times in my life. If you’re a teacher, you’ve had it too. Maybe...
Day Dream Believer at 30,000 Feet
(Sorry, this isn’t about the Monkees’ song, though Davy Jones is fantastic on that tune. But stick with me.) In my dad’s final year of life (he was 88), he...
The Grand Experiment
I never fared well in science classes. The only D I ever received was in Mr. Miltenberger’s (“Uncle Chuck” behind his back) Chemistry class my junior year. As much as...
The Game of the Name
“What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Maybe it would, if you believe Willie Shakes, but do I want to send Melanie a...
When I Was A Child
I turned 66 last week. (If you missed my birthday, there’s still time for that belated gift or card.) I had a good day with all the traditional trappings: cards,...
In the Mood for a Deli?
I know, I know. Some of you are wondering why I’m back so soon. I don’t write for well over a month and then I post twice in a few...
