On Top Of Old Fogey.

My birthday is once again on the horizon. This one will be a milestone of sorts. First, I will have outlived my father by a year as the Grim Reaper didn’t bother to stop by to say an eternal hello. Second, it will be my birth year. If you know what year I was...

You Can Count On It.

I’ve been bothered as of late. It seems that the next generations coming through the pipeline don’t seem to understand the concept of accountability. I can safely say my generation learned the lesson well. It was often pounded into our thick skulls by our...

Giving Up.

This week’s collective tragedies seems to have put us against the ropes. We are like Mohammed Ali on an off night. We’re up against the ropes, both arms blocking the punches to our face, hoping like hell we don’t fall to the mat and stay out for the...

Riding The Stage Coach.

I can be hypercritical of many writer’s work. I guess that’s what happens when you write for a living. You put your work out there for others to critique, and you critique the work of others in return. I recently read Mark Manson’s Four Stages of...

All The Pretty Horses.

It’s pretty well established that I don’t like things that go up and down or round and round. Rollercoasters: tried them, don’t like them. Too much like life. That said, I can be talked into going on one occasionally, but I won’t go on any...

The Night Was Balmy And So Was I…

Brewster McCabe and I have been good pals for the last 30 years. It’s been something of a love/hate relationship, as we haven’t always been on the best of terms. That happens when you’ve lived with someone for so long. While you relish the core of...

That Was A Big Mis-Steak!

A friend of a friend went to the hospital the other day. I really can’t recall what it was about, something to do with a herniated ulcer and a bleeding something or other. Though I wasn’t tuned into the why and wherefores of his plight, it did bring back...

Wallet Wonders.

I have been a very lucky guy. Fingers crossed, I have only lost my wallet once. Well, misplaced it really, on a street, but we’ll get to that in a minute. I have always loved the George Carlin bit about a stuff where he says a guy’s wallet is the only...

Well, Shells Bells.

If you live in the greater Seattle area, then you all know about Big Bertha. No, she’s not that hooker you see walking up Aurora Avenue. I’m not sure what her name is. Instead, I’m talking about that giant drill bit that is supposed to tunnel its way...

The Storage Unit.

I seem to have a lot of clutter these days. I’m sure we all do. Over the course of days, weeks, months, years and decades we seem to end up with more stuff than we really need. Thankfully, in my physical life, moving multiple times has shed me of most of my...