We never took vacations when I was growing up. We never loaded up in the Family Truckster to drive out to Wally World; we never went to the Grand Canyon; we never went anywhere on vacation. I’ve read in several places that if you get vacation time from your employer, not using it is like […]Read more "Vacations"
When I was a kid, my parents bought a Jaguar. To the best of my recollection it looked like the MkII sedan in the big picture above. Well, except it was dark blue. And to be honest, its condition was more like this one: In any case, my dad drove it home, and I remember […]Read more "The Jaguar in the Driveway"
I remember this one time from when I was a kid. I don’t remember exactly how young I was but I was young…I hadn’t started school yet, I think, so that would’ve made me four. Let’s say I was four years old. Anyway, I was four years old, and I wanted to go outside and […]Read more "50 Degrees"
I ride a bicycle, and I love it. It’s “my” form of exercise. Some people jog, some people swim, some people bowl…probably. I ride bicycles. I don’t do it daily, or even regularly – life, job, family intrude – but I try to get in a ride on the weekend, and when I do I […]Read more "Why I Ride (a Bicycle)"
I have a weird intersection in my head. Southern Gentility meets 1960. I admit to an infatuation with / admiration of living in the South. We can all agree that Florida is too far south to actually be The South, but there are some shadows of it hiding in the corners and garages. I’m intrigued […]Read more "The South…and Mad Men"