Going Back, Part One: Dellplain Hall
It would be hard to overstate the importance of Syracuse to my life. When I was in high school, it...
40 Years Sober
For this week’s Sunday Song (which I usually post on my Instagram), I decided to embrace Aimee Mann’s “Wise Up.”...
14,244 Days
Thirtty-nine years ago today, I woke up hung over for the last time. It wasn’t the first time I was...
Troy Is Beautiful.
A handwritten sticker, placed on a metal telephone booth enclosure. It reads:“Troy is beautiful much in the same way that...
Hangman
It would appear, from some sheets of paper I found tucked away within a box of things I haven’t looked...
The written word
I go months without posting here. I go months without posting on some of my other blogs, too. It doesn’t...
Return to the Pen
So apparently what’s happening now is that I am returning to journaling, but I’m mostly doing it old school –...
April Was A Month
Wow, was April a month. Never got on the bike because of wind, weather and work, but every other damn...
Taking Inventory
They don’t warn you when you’re a cynical young bastard that some day you’ll be a sentimental old bastard, that...
Grasping for straws
We’ve been pulling things out of storage and bringing them back into the house. After three long years, our stuff...