Lost bike: a metaphor
“Do you know what that is?” I asked my son on his 14th birthday in 2008, nodding toward the new 21-speed NEXT bicycle in the garage, a Walmart beauty given…
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Step aerobics in the time of COVID
At the pandemic’s onset, I quit the gym. In its place, I purchased a step platform so I could participate in a beginners’ aerobics fitness cardio class, featuring instructor Jenny…
Remembering her Age of Embarrassment
Earlier this week, I spent a few days back home in southern Indiana for work. When down there, I try to arrange a meal with my daughter, Delaney, who is…
Get Saalman a cookie! And other blood drive stories
The first time I donated blood, I passed out. I was 18, barely weighing the 110 pounds necessary to donate. I survived the actual blood draw. It was afterwards that…
Simply having a wonderful WHAMAGEDDON time
I started the current Christmas season trying to avoid “Last Christmas” by Wham!. You see, my brother-in-law, Tim, texted an invitation to participate in WHAMAGEDDON, a game making the rounds…
Christmas 2016 was a ruff one
In 2016, after two failed attempts at dog ownership, I firmly declared to my daughter Delaney: NO. MORE. DOGS. Don’t get me wrong: I like dogs. Well, I like the…
Scotty wrote a book (that he couldn’t sell)
The most awkward part about publishing a book – other than when no one attends your book signing – is trying to sell copies to family members. Case in point:…
A year of concerts in a roundabout way
Last April, Brynne and I saw Billy Joel at Madison Square Garden, another bucket list concert for us to check off. For months, we were excited to see the Piano…
School bus songs
“As always, music is the shelter from the storm.” – Rob Sheffield, Rolling Stone My musical innocence was lost in the back of the school bus once I learned what…
This old table
This old, oak table upon which I begin to type brings with it good ghosts. I am its inheritor. For more decades than I am old, this table graced my…