I suppose it is from all the time I spent in the pursuit of my own education combined with the time I spent helping other students attain their educational goals, that I have such a low tolerance for stupid people. Not included in my disdain are pygmies, people dwelling in the outskirts of Siberia, orContinue reading “Forrest Was Right”
Category Archives: Short stories
Turn the Page
Not only a badass Bob Seger song, but a lesson to us all. Turn the page. How long will the politicians continue their ridiculously antiquated us-against-them infantile horseshit? Republicans’ asses are chafed because Obama kicked their asses and now here comes Joltin’ Joe from Kokomo. Democrats are chafed because Trump outmaneuvered and out campaigned themContinue reading “Turn the Page”
The ‘Barrel
My first Sunday in Ohio in 31 years, and I will definitely find a church to worship at. It is hard to go a mile without seeing at least one church in these here parts. Since I can’t practice at full strength in the hotel room, I have to grab time when I get it.Continue reading “The ‘Barrel”
Games and Friends
I picked up a nice little Ibanez acoustic electric guitar today, and it felt good to make my fingertips sore again. I’ll have to find a place to practice. I would lose myself in one of the many green Metroparks, but it is just too damn muggy for that. Is anyone watching the Olympics? BigContinue reading “Games and Friends”
The Man in the Mirror
Finally. The inspection has been done, and we’re getting closer…. I got all our papers signed, sealed, and delivered to quote a badass Stevie Wonder song from my childhood. I go to a national office supply store to fax in our mortgage app. Five times. I shit you not, I was that stoned. I goContinue reading “The Man in the Mirror”
Home Sweet Home
We executed the contract yesterday and now we can finally rest from the frenetic cross-country Death Ride out from Arizona. We get to pack up all our belongings, unload the Highlander, and let our two loyal furry friends into their big privacy-fenced back yard. I think they are even entertaining the thought of swimming inContinue reading “Home Sweet Home”
Culling the Herd
As the Covid virus continues to morph into more transmittable deadly strains like the Delta variant, once again crippling our nation, there are still people (more than half of the US population) who are not getting vaccinated. Fine. More for the rest of us. I wouldn’t kiss your ass to get a shot, because frankly,Continue reading “Culling the Herd”
Dayton
Years ago, (31 to be exact), I would on occasion make the trip down I-75 from Toledo to Cincinnati. Cincy is where Karen was born and grew up to age 18. Now, I know things change over time, but I am totally blown away by how big the city of Dayton has grown, and IContinue reading “Dayton”
Noodles
We call different things noodles: An adolescent kid’s under-developed arms. The human head. Brains. Top Ramen. I grew up eating bowls of them chocked full of God-knows-what. Osoba and Yakisoba were staples growing up in Japan and when I say God-knew-what, only he (or she) knew what found their ways into our bowls. Seriously. VariouslyContinue reading “Noodles”
Family
I just got to meet Karen’s niece and nephews today. They are the offspring of younger sister Kris and her husband Allan. High school sweethearts. Allan is the rock. A father who has raised three highly intelligent critical thinkers who are a joyous mix of ambition and passion, while maintaining a sense of wonder inContinue reading “Family”
