Going Back, Part Two: Day Hall
See Part One here for the story of how I swept carpets, washed dishes and met the girl of my...
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.”...
Christmas Is Interesting
So, Christmas is interesting. I grew up in a non-religious family, and have personally been an atheist since the concept...
Fathers.
I keep writing this over and over, and I keep getting tripped up on explaining how I’ve come to feel...
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...
A musical journey
This started out much longer, but I decided I could really pare it down to this: four years ago last...