I’m nostalgic for the era when men wore fedoras. What a classy time it was! So, naturally, when Carrie and I were in Clearwater Beach, Florida at a Wings surf shop and I saw a straw vacation-style fedora, I had to get it. Because there is nothing cooler, nothing more classy, than being in a... Continue Reading →
Stacked firewood :: Sore back and delusions of instantaneous bulging of biceps. Cleared leaves :: ibid. Made lunch for 3 kids :: Only 2 kids ate, because obviously. Breathed deeply. Dropped older kids at party :: Endured wrath of uninvited 5 year-old. Took 5 year-old to arcade :: Endured wrath of 5 year-old for withholding... Continue Reading →
I took my three kids out last night for a bite to eat. Soon after we sat down four deaf couples came in, I'm guessing all 30-somethings, several of whom had small children. A number of things I saw were fascinating and beautiful, but two things in particular really stood out: One: It was remarkable... Continue Reading →
In 2007 I got shit lodged in my TV. Literally. Human feces. Inside the TV. Has that ever happened to you? No? I didn’t think so. Because shit does not belong inside TVs. Shit is for toilets and fans, or the woods if you are a bear. But inside consumer electronic devices, shit does not... Continue Reading →
My youngest son, age 5, casually inquired the other day if it's possible to get a different dad, specifically one who is not allergic to cats. Naturally, the response that first ran through my mind was, "Is it possible to get a different five year-old, specifically one who does not still shit his pants?" Thanks,... Continue Reading →
Papa used to say that anything worth doing is worth doing well. With these words at the forefront of my mind, thus begins my newest writing project: brief musings on life, parenting and getting old(er). I promise to not always be serious, and I promise to not always be sarcastic. I promise to tell you... Continue Reading →
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