Not The Summer of Fun
This was, unfortunately, not The Summer of Fun. It started with such promise – my wife was through her cancer...
What I learned on my summer vacation
They say travel broadens the mind until you can’t get your head out of doors. (“They” in this case being...
How I spent my summer vacation
As usual, July is gone. This year, it was a flurry of 2x4s, drywall, windows, and, when I could stay...
A poor carpenter also praises his tools
Let me add to the list of new tools that are making my home improvement project so much easier the...
Far from the nucleus
For the first time in the just shy of 16 years that there have been four of us, tonight all...
A father’s legacy
I don’t seem to be able to think of my father at the socially prescribed times, like his birthday or...
The curse of home repair
I’m never sure whether to thank or curse my father for whatever he taught me about carpentry. My mother’s father...
Bike commuting as religion: I’m doing it wrong
Irene gave my bike a filthy (Photo credit: carljohnson) Too many people seem to think that cycling, like veganism, should...
Mustaches of our ancestors
There are many, many more old family photos (my wife’s family, not mine) now posted over at my Old Photos...