To All the Birds I’ve Loved Before
(This is an updated and improved version of a piece I wrote a few years back, sort of a Thanksgiving leftover. Like a lot of leftovers, it tastes better the...
Author: Hurls
One Question
(For my dad and Harold and all the others). On Veteran’s Day, I remember. Growing up, and later when I visited home from Chicago, I probed my dad for details...
From Soho to Brighton to Bellevue Bowl
Growing up in a small town may sound romantic and idyllic, but to a kid, it can be pretty dull. Looking back now, it was safe, simple, and I had...
Writing a Blog Post: A Timeline
11:02 a.m. Mindset is key. Choose the appropriate setting. I have trouble writing at home because there are too many distractions. When his parents sent him to his room for...
Who in the World Is Edward Hopper?
In 2015, Melanie surprised me with a birthday visit to the Chicago Art Institute. As I wrote in my last post, I had been exploring art for a few years...
For the Love of Art
To say I’m no expert on art is akin to saying I’m no heart surgeon. In other words…Duh. I took an art class at Merced College and remember not a...
Thanks A Lot, Mike Gallego
I’ve always been a big baseball fan, going back to 1968 when the A’s moved from Kansas City to their new home in Oakland. They sported the same colors (green...
The Big Red Book
There are well over 2300 days of school between your first day of kindergarten and graduation from high school. This doesn’t take into account if you attended pre-school and any...
The Grim Reaper at the Car Wash
Last week, I took my Chevy Colorado to get emission tested, a Texas requirement for registration. Since the car wash here does the testing, I decided to double up and...
A Breach of Etiquette (or Bad Manners in Public Places)
I’m not good with manners. Ask anyone in my family. Or my friends. Even co-workers. I take too big bites and chew my food loudly and badly (which is also...
