I have a ticket for “An evening with Jackson Browne” tonight at the Britt Festival in Jacksonville, OR. But on August 7, 2019 I’m gonna be 1984 miles away in Springtown, Misery. On most days of our summer roadtrip I posted thirteen pictures on Facebook. This time I’m stealing lyrics from a baker’s dozen from…
I do it often. I hear somebody say “I wouldn’t have changed anything…” and I think: What? The. Fuck!! Really?? I do like to play Woulda/Shoulda/Coulda. I have no idea how my life would’ve turned out of I had taken different forks in the road. I am quite happy in 2019. I like the path…
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…
Flying cross country for a job interview can be a bit stressful, even when you know that it’s a long shot. Add in that I had to “play hooky” for a couple of days from AATT-whatever. (The interview was before I surprised my boss with my resignation…) That was my situation. The interview was in…
I’ve been doing some spring cleaning. I’m calling it “packing to move.” I don’t plan on going anywhere soon, but I wanta get a head start for when that day does come. On Wednesday I went through the 2 drawers of my nightstand. I shredded or recycled about a foot-and-a-half tall stack of stuff….
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…