Like father, unlike son
The final sawn limb popped from the poplar tree, untangled from the utility line and crashed down. Middle-aged, I applauded from a safe distance, like a giddy child. My old…
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Of jackpots & jackasses
I find an old coffee cup in mom’s cabinet to pour coffee in, but then notice folded strips of paper inside. The pieces of paper have yellowed with time, torn…
“How I Broke This,” episode 7: LZA Fitness
INTRODUCTION V.O.: Ineptitude … Failure … Inanity … Stupidity … MURDER! … MURDER!! … MURDER!!! This is How I Broke This. SFX: CARTOONISH BROKEN SPRING. BOINGGGGGGG. GUY RAZZ: I’m Guy…
Tales from the crib
Lately, I have been nostalgic for babies, thanks to my son, Austin, turning 30 last week. Thirty isn’t old (try telling that to my son) – but him turning 30…
“How I Broke This,” episode 6: Rock Hard Pretzel Company
INTRODUCTION V.O.: Ineptitude … Failure … Inanity … Stupidity … Murder … Murder … Murder! This is How I Broke This. SFX: CARTOONISH BROKEN SPRING. GUY RAZZ: I’m Guy Razz,…
A ‘Thor’ subject
My oldest offspring, Austin, turns 30 this month. There was a time he professed not to like his first name, which resulted because of my fondness for Jerry Jeff Walker…
He knows what it means to miss New Orleans
“There is no place on Earth even remotely like New Orleans.” – Anthony Bourdain During our evenings in New Orleans, the walking tours were as multitudinous as Fats Domino hits….
How to be an easy target in the Big Easy
I’m going down New Orleans I’ve got to see Dr. John Got my mojo working Everything will be fine – Van Morrison My HOKAs were shined in NOLA. That’s not…
To beard or not to beard
There was no room in my suitcase for souvenirs in 2015, though I did manage to bring something back from Paris: facial hair. My own, of course – not someone…
Her love was blind at the Blind Owl
To commemorate our first date, we returned to Blind Owl Brewery, where we had met face to face for the first time seven years earlier, the final step after surviving…