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...
Author: Hurls
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....
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....
