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...
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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...
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....
Getting Old(ish)
I’m 64 now, and I’m quite sure my getting on in years experience is nothing new. A quick survey of the years. In grade school at St. Anthony’s, all my...
O Spring Break, Where Art Thou?
“Any big plans for spring break, Professor Hurley?” I heard this question last week from James, an earnest young man who has lived for maybe twenty years. Short cropped brown...
