I don’t consider myself to be an exceptional man. Really, I don’t. I’m a middle-aged, middle-class wage slave and suburban dad. I feel that if I can do something, anything really, it must not be THAT hard to do, and that anyone could do it. Except…the more I see of other people – my contemporaries […]Read more "An Exceptional Man?"
I just got the little trophy from WordPress that congratulated me for having been a Word Presser (?) for eight years. Eight years. I signed up in May 2008. Man, a lot has changed in eight years. I had a MySpace account. But the decency to be embarrassed about it. MySpace was still a place […]Read more "Eight Years Ago"
I am endlessly fascinated by flying…utterly transfixed by the view from 31,000 feet. As I write this, I’m watching a quilt of orange pin-pricks float by on a black canvas of – Kentucky, probably, or Tennessee. At altitude, at night, everything seems close and tiny, as though skimming just above a doll’s world. Even better, […]Read more "I’m Fascinated by Flying"
It is a freshly-minted year — 2014, and the plastic film is still on the shiny bits of it, waiting to be peeled off. I think this is going to be a good year…definitely better than 2013 was, anyway. 2013 was tough. It saw me laid off from my job for about 15 minutes, and […]Read more "Thoughts on Age…and the New Year"
It’s December 22. It’s winter. But…since I live in Florida I went for a bicycle ride. It’s like, 80 degrees outside and sunny, with a nice breeze that’s no so nice when it’s in my face trying to stop me from pedaling. But I digress. I like to ride at least ten miles when […]Read more "Bicycling. (Yes, again.)"
When I was a kid, someone gave me a Viewmaster, with a – wait, if you’re too young to know what a Viewmaster is, it essentially a stereoscope, with a disc of little slides that you look through and see a 3D picture. Okay, sorry. Someone gave me a Viewmaster, and one of the discs […]Read more "I’ve Been to Disney"
Christmas is bearing down on me again, like a dump truck headed for a wide-eyed rabbit. This will be my second Christmas in Florida, and once again the sight of poinsettias growing outdoors in flowerbeds is freaking me out. In the North, I always wondered why they were the Christmas flower, as they are utterly, […]Read more "Not So Merry Christmas"