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....
Hurl's Treehouse
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...
Liar’s Dice
Sometimes, I just feel like telling a story. This is one of those days. Around 2005, I was still in the midst of working full-time, laboring in room 133 at...
A Thing to Fear
The fictional TV detective Adrian Monk has a lengthy inventory of fears–312 to be exact, if Monk Wiki can be trusted. It begins innocuously enough. Germs, needles, and dentists head...
What Do I Have in Common with a Six-Year-Old?
The short answer is, more than I care to admit. Read on for the long answer. Yesterday, my granddaughter Ruby (“Rubes” to me) graduated from Suncreek Preschool. It was a...
Shoes, Dogs, and Little People
Yesterday, I went to Cotton Patch Cafe with Melanie, aka, Girlfriend/Brown-Eyed Girl/Mellie/Mommel. The restaurant is sort of knock-off of Cracker Barrel–lots of fried chicken, sweet tea, and buttered rolls. They...
A Day at the Course
My son MJ has a sports media company, TDT (Third Down Thursdays–here’s a link). They’ve grown remarkably in their few years of existence. Yesterday, I accompanied him to the Byron...
Through a Child’s Eyes
When I was six, my friend Billy Myers lived up the street from me. I don’t remember much detail, but we played a lot. Long before Paw Patrol and Rescue...
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...
