It’s no secret that I prefer pen and paper to the screen and keyboard. I carry my 7.5 x 9.75 inch composition notebook with me everywhere. I’ve always got pens. I would say that it’s retro, but the truth is, I’ve been doing this for 20 years. The thrill ofContinue Reading
In the months that followed Desert Storm I wandered streets of every town within an hour’s train ride from my little town of Ansbach, Germany. Sometimes I ventured farther away, and sometimes I ventured further inside. That summer, the summer of 1991 was cool in central Europe. It was coolContinue Reading
I had a funny feeling it would be a mistake. And like most mistakes, I just kept at it. I took the first 26 days in July 2014 and wrote down everything that I did and how long it took to do it. In short, I mapped my time. IContinue Reading
I ask my son “Where does the time go?” and he replies, “Gone.” This is a conditioned response, but it’s funny. He’s two years old, his concept of time is astronomically different from mine. In the grand scheme of things, my concept of time has changed over the years too,Continue Reading
It was in a rather off hand sort of conspiratorial way that my buddy Richard made fun of the band Smash Mouth. Now, a pop band is a pop band, and I know that, but I like Smash Mouth. Apparently, people either really like, don’t care for or hate SmashContinue Reading
It’s a really funny thing. All of it’s funny. I live in Denver, Colorado. I’ve lived here off and on for over thirty years. It’s funny because there are significant enough breaks in my life here that I can honestly say that every time I moved to Denver, the placeContinue Reading
The summer of 2000 found me at Camp Cooper. This was my sixth year at summer camp and it was my last. Although I hated Camp Cooper, I am thankful for one thing, I spent most of my time alone and sober. I lived in a cabin in the denseContinue Reading
At the end of the century, I lived in the Pacific Northwest. I worked for the Boy Scouts of America. I was a recent college graduate and I had not yet lost the idealism that all young people ought to have. In retrospect, I had every reason to be cynical,Continue Reading
It’s not difficult to let writing slip away from you. If writing is not what you do when you punch a clock, it will oftentimes be forced lower down the list of importance. After all, most of us have life to contend with, right? There is the question of theContinue Reading
Our day off from work found us drifting along the sails and rails and avenues and streets from one quadrant to the next to the next to the next. There was no real direction. Adrift. Adrift on a day off from work. Lost at sea. Why not? A day bingeContinue Reading