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...
Author: Hurls
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....
A Junkie’s Lament
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...
Let’s Hear the Story!
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...
A Cross Tic
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...
The Value of BMS*
(*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,...
If Death Were a Turkey Farm
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....
A Life in the Day
(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...
To Be or Not To Be (a Texan)
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...
