Tempus fugit…or some such shit… When I last posted (on 11/24/23) I expected to post a week or so later about my second week in the hospital with lots of goodies from “my gizmo” (the dictaphone that I wrote about in that post). November 24 was almost 90 days ago?!?! WTAF have I been doing…
I didn’t put on fatigues for over four months while I was stationed at Ft. Bragg. I got paid to play basketball. It seemed surreal at the time. We had a new first sergeant. He was an airborne ranger. He wanted to turn our company of misfits in First Psyops at the JFK Center for…
I sure wish I’d been keeping a journal “back in the day.” It would help me nail down some of the tees in the memory quilt with more specificity. I have started a journal several times. It only “took” once. That was in the journal that I started on October 26, 2012, which starts this…
In 1989 we moved to Sarasota…and became parents. I was now managing tax software projects for AA&Co. Same company. Different job. Different culture (or lack therof…). It’s a doody (1989) I have no idea who gave me this tee shirt, or when I got it. But it was before Joseph arrived on 12/30/89. We…
Up next: the Andersen years in PDX. AA &Co. doors (1982) In May, 1982 I started in the tax division of the Portland, Orygun office of Arthur Anderson & Co. It was the biggest of the then “Big 8.” AA&Co. was born in 1913 and expired on August 31, 2002 after being convicted of obstruction…
Eighteen tees. Eighteen stories. Some stories longer than others. Some of the stories more meaningful than others, as to who I was and who I am. Thanks to a friend for the idea. Thanks Harry Styron. Thanks to his law school friend for transforming a bunch of shirts, ages two to fifty-one, into a colorful…
…and it was worth the wait. On September 21, 2017 I walked away from a silent auction as the winner of a one hour flight in a speedy single engine Cessna. Five-hundred sixty-four days later, on April 7, 2019, Wayne and I flew to Farmington, picked up Dad, and flew back to Springfield. Total time…
epiphany [ih-pif-uh-nee] a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience I could call the conversation in my head in early March a couple of years ago an epiphany. (More on that internal dialogue in a minute….) ….
I am not in the least bit ashamed to admit to my guilty pleasure: for the past several years on most weekdays I have lunch with a hot Latin redhead. On Friday’s I get lucky when my hot Hawg-loving girlfriend makes it a threesome. Yes…I watch “The People’s Court” with Judge Marilyn Milian (“the hottest…
Like the lyrics of Alanis Morissette’s song, what follows is not ironic. But maybe it’s situational irony. Whatever it is, it is a two part story. Part One. We went to Shelly’s youngest for Thanksgiving dinner. It’s about 50 miles from our apartment to Eric&Ashton’s place in Ava. We left at about 4. The crowd:…