Non-offensive
In the interest of remaining non-offensive toward my many, many Catholic friends (and if I had a church, it would...
Arcade memories
Well, actually, this one would be more like “bar memories,” but I ran across this old photo and, man, I...
R.I.P., Hunter S.
I can’t let the passing of Hunter S. Thompson go without comment, but I’ll steer away from the banal jokes...
Discovery
When you get down to the bottom of a bag of Chex Mix that your kids have thoroughly pawed through,...
Captain Easy and naked skiing
Well, actually, it’s his sidekick, Wash Tubbs, that I’m thinking of, because every time we’ve had a great day skiing,...
Of course I went to The Gates
How could I not? It’d be like skipping the Armory Show in 1913 (except, they didn’t know it would be...
Running ragged
Haven’t been able to write because I have just been running ragged. I did get to see The Gates in...
Breakthrough
Guess who finally figured out how to breathe right while swimming? (Yes, I know, four-year-olds master this. But I wasn’t...
All work and no play
Just wouldn’t be right . . . shots of California (and more to come) at Flickr, just click on the...
And boy are my arms tired
Cross-country travel just whacks me. The flight from SCA to ORD wasn’t the worst turbulence I’ve ever been through, but...