Game Time revisited - just in time for the Super Bowl!

I first posted this story exactly a year ago. As Super Bowl Sunday approaches, it seems worth posting again, even though posting it pretty much nails it that no one will be inviting us over for a Super Bowl party, Tom Brady or no. Oh well.

Anyhow, here it is. Maybe I’ll finish writing my reflections    [Continue reading]

New year, new knees

Many years ago when I was traveling semi-regularly between DC and Charlottesville I’d drive past a huge junkyard barely hidden from the highway by a long fence – chain link with strips of green plastic woven through it. I probably would have forgotten about it except for the sign:

LEON’S AUTO BODY PARTS — THE WALKING    [Continue reading]

Wicked awesome

I’ve just come back from Boston, so I can say/write wicked awesome when I mean totally, completely-and-in-a-good-way awesome.

Here’s what’s so awesome: One of my nonfiction pieces has been nominated for the Dead Mule Best of the Net 2011 awards!

I LOVE the Dead Mule School of Southern Literature and am deeply honored – especially after reading    [Continue reading]

You are not your stuff

I’m back.

The tourists are gone; the locals and eccentrics are out in force once again.

Phew. I’d begun to think the world was made up solely of People From Away slathered with sunblock and lugging beach chairs, cabanas, umbrellas, coolers, boogie boards, corn hole games, plastic shovels, radios, cheese curls, small children and high expectations to    [Continue reading]

The bridge, the Falls, The Hunger Games and me

Oh, good – We’ve been hearing thunder for hours now and Polly is cowering and shaking under my desk.

That’s perfect mood music to finally finish this blog post from our June road trip, which included hiking in North Carolina’s DuPont State Forest.

Note the bridge; you’ll see it again later.

What’s three times better than a single    [Continue reading]

Art imitates life. Or something like that.

I had a serious case of deja vu when Holly, my hairdresser, was snipping my split ends last week. She’d just gotten back from Nowhere, Ohio with her boyfriend and started telling me about their trip.

It turns out that Jason’s grandfather, at age 83, didn’t want to drive his big Ford Econoline van anymore. He    [Continue reading]

A driving force

I guess the day you renew your driver’s license and they snap that picture that will follow you around for the next 8 years BEFORE you get the black eye qualifies as a good day, right?

Yeah.

Yesterday I had an appointment to go in and prove to the DMV examiner that I knew the difference between    [Continue reading]

I guess I don't get out as much as I should...

Today I had a meeting on the Pottery Barn/Ann Taylor/Williams-Sonoma side of town. I left the house early enough to swing by Eddie Bauer first to see if I could replace the cargo pants I must have tossed in the bag for Goodwill by mistake, but I couldn’t.

When I got out    [Continue reading]

...not in Kansas anymore...

Wow, busy Saturday here in Paradise. Polly and I started the day at the annual ALS Walk, where she entertained/irritated/pissed off the crowd with her rendition of the Star Spangled Banner, which she sang with great gusto. I’ll bet the guy with the microphone who was trying to lead the song wished he    [Continue reading]

You're killing me with that story...

This freaking cold weather has, for some reason, reminded me of the two years I spent in Wisconsin in the 1970’s. I started writing this vignette sometime during the summer and meant to post it at Halloween but forgot about it until today. So here you go, trick or treat:

It was a dark    [Continue reading]