Aging: Will You Still Need Me, Will you Still Feed Me?
Exactly when you qualify as a “senior citizen” is not firmly established. For commercials and business, the sooner the better.
Category: First Person
Food, or Eating Your Beans and Cornbread Thankfully Like An Adult
For the sake of not talking politics for a moment, let us indulge ourselves of this social media food outrage du jour.
A Reverie On Failure Part 2: The Trials Brought by Love Thy Neighbor
People trade in indignation & outrage. I imagine we justify ourselves using this currency by appealing to the evil deeds of our neighbor.
You Can Pick Your Friends
I have realized how truly blessed I am…I have my friends and family by my side to face whatever 2021 is bringing my way
The Lost Art of Book Learning
Google searching is utilitarian, but it is not a substitute for the visceral fun of opening a random volume up to a random page and learning something new.
On Writing of Wrongs
We should understand that because of the technology of the day, we may well be the most recorded and documented generation in history.
Yann’s Hot Dog Stand, Chocolate Milk, and Hometown Tradition
Ketchup? Mr. Yann is the “no soup for you” guy of the hot dog world. “NO KETCHUP. NO RELISH. NO CHEESE. DON’T ASK.”
A Reverie On Failure Part 1: Walking Into a Warm Meadow with a Leather-bound Journal
Here is my journal which I kept from October 5 to December 21, edited for readability, followed by periodic commentary.
The Time That Booper And I Exfiltrated Mike Pence From Cuba
The following story is meant to be humorous. Any resemblance to the Vice President or a beloved talking conveyance is purely coincidental.
The Jubilee Year: Or How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love You
Turning the calendar page is only a reminder that we have little power over a few affairs scattered here and there.
Looking Back: The Best of Ordinary Times In 2020
Nominations for several dozen posts reflecting the work of 23 different authors, a shortlist of about 40 posts, narrowed down to ten.
I’ll Keep Writing, Thank You Very Much.
Sometime over the last 25-30 years, I’ve heard someone say that I wasn’t a good writer and it was said in the most emotionally damaging way.
Filler ‘er Up and Take a Little Off the Top
I realize this must sound like I’m reading the script of American Graffiti, but this truly was my life as an adolescent.
O (Fake) Christmas Tree
Instead of dragging out all the tired Christmas clichés and 2020 jokes, I’ll just share a little story about a lesson learned and the spirit of Christmas.
Re-reading (And Not Reading) James Joyce
I know every single one of you is wondering whether and in what ways I appreciate James Joyce’s work. So…In praise of (and in fear of) James Joyce’s oeuvre.
Legend Has It: The Passing of Chuck Yeager
In eulogizing Chuck Yeager, a broken telephone pole in West Virginia seems an unlikely place to start. But it is the perfect place to start.
The Crazy, Convoluted, and Memorable Stages of The I Love Me Wall
I have seen many talking in front of I Love Me Walls: polished wood paneling and shelves festooned with flags, pictures, trophies, & plaques.
I Left My Heart in Arecibo
It hurts to say Arecibo “was.” Not simply because it isn’t the largest telescope anymore, but because it is no more.
We Don’t Need ‘City-Slicker Elegy’
Stop normalizing pathological snobbery, such as “everyone who voted Trump is an inbred, lardlicking oaf ripped from Hillbilly Elegy”
Guys, Guys: Inclusive Language Is Important, But Let’s Not Warp A Word’s Meaning
On Tuesday the 17th of November, Doctor Krystal Evans—it is not clear in what discipline she earned her doctorate, but from her Twitter bio it would appear to be a hard science—tweeted the following:...
