The Bluest Skies You’ve Ever Seen…

There’s an old joke in Seattle that goes like this… “Who wrote the song, The Bluest Skies You’ve Ever Seen Are In Seattle?” Answer: Helen Keller Since I moved to Florida, I have been back to Seattle just once. It was for my...

The South Dakota Connection.

South Dakota isn’t really a topic most people choose to cover. Let’s face it. On the surface it isn’t the most exciting state in the country. Placed next to North Dakota, it seems like a really happening place. But if you put it next to say,...

I Was Poor?

When I was growing up in Renton, I have to say it was a great childhood. Unlike the kids today, we could ride our bikes virtually anywhere, we didn’t have to worry about perverts jumping out of the bushes and abducting us and there were no video games to suck...

The Last Bites

I was at dinner last night with the family. It was Parker’s going away dinner as he readied himself to head back to Virginia for the start of school. His choice of restaurants is the ideal for a ravenous 13 year old – Chinese buffet. I love buffet, as we...

My Token Irishman.

As I look back on the past 53 years, a lot has happened. I most happily share it all here with my readers, for good, bad or ugly, it’s my life. And through it, perhaps you can see that yours isn’t so bad, and perhaps even better. I also get to do a lot of...

That Voice In My Head.

I know this won’t surprise any of you, but I have a voice in my head. It can be a very loud voice at times, screaming incessantly at me if I refuse to listen to it. In rare moments, it can be a very calming, soothing voice, keeping me from going postal, such as...

Momeo, Momeo, Wherefore Art Thou?

My mother came up missing again recently. No, they didn’t issue a Silver Alert on her. My family knows where she is. I am just the odd man out. I only know this because every morning I call my mom at 9 a.m. my time, which is 6 in Seattle. She’s always been...

A Big Swirly In My Life.

Many years ago, I finally earned the pirate name I still have – Hurricane. Though I had been called Bamm-Bamm for a time, I had to get rid of it because it was too closely associated with my then Texas psycho-girlfriend who was known as Pebbles. I still...

A Pox On You. Weaklings.

I admit that I am a bit of a Pollyanna when it comes to being an American. My family has had to struggle for most of its life to eke out a living. We aren’t wealthy by any stretch. We’ve had our share of hardships. We have endured painful losses. And we...

It’s All Downhill From Here.

My recent recollections of trying to be outdoorsy guy triggered another one of those wonderful memories of my past as a relationship chameleon. You would have thought by now that I had learned my lessons about snow-based sports. But no, along comes the psycho and I...