The little boy laid on the ground, clutching his tiny little arm, the left one to be more precise. He had just fallen from the tree, the one that stood just outside his grandmother’s house, near the storm shelter. The boy had climbed this tree a thousand times before, but just as little boys do, … More Broken
No one really knows what to say in moments like these. There really are no words to use to convey what one feels, nor are there any words strong enough to bring any sort of comfort. I’m sorry, just doesn’t do it. I tell the person at the grocery store who I just accidentally bumped … More Death of a Salesman
A comedian once told the story of being on an airplane from New York to Los Angeles. Fifteen minutes into the flight, the captain came overhead and told the passengers that due to modifications to the airplane, they now have free Wi-Fi to use for the duration of the flight. As to be expected, all … More The Winter of Our Reconnect
The horizon line looks like a line drawn from the hands of the seven year old in the back seat. It is flat, but not completely straight. The slight deviations of the norm represent the variations of the landscape, the landscape that soon goes from flat to bumpy, to mountainous. The boy doesn’t see the … More The Boy and The Mountain
Bill Murray is the man. That is if he is not some super hero in man’s clothing. He is the man about town and the man about movies. He is also an avid Cub’s fan, and this is why we should be best friends. It is said that he doesn’t carry a cell phone, that … More Groundhog Day
Today marks the 20th anniversary of my dad’s death, and I can’t think of a better way to honor his memory than to honor his imparted wisdom he passed on to me. My old man loved to watch old shows, and he forced his children to follow suite. There was no arguing about changing the … More The Simple Wisdom of Bruce Brown
The old man had an honest face, one that can only be formed from honest work over many years and by eyes that have seen the truth in being an earnest person. His hair was white with just enough flicks of ash to make you remember that long ago he had nice dark hair, the … More The Man Who Lost His Stripes
The Sonic Drive-in on the edge of my hometown is undergoing a facelift, a transformation of sorts, to modernize the old establishment and make it perhaps bit more..Sonicy. The place where I spent most of my youth is now suppose to change, suppose to change and become something different, yet somehow remain the same and … More Cruisin’
“Oh you have a twin?” the sweet greyed haired older lady will ask as I’m stretching her freshly surgically repaired shoulder and admiring the Graceland-Home of Elvis sweatshirt she is wearing. I will ask about the sweatshirt later in efforts to continue our small talk, and she will tell me about the ducks at the … More The trouble with twins
Dead men like to sleep, but I have found a way of waking them from their forever slumber. The method is simple and easy, but there is always a price to pay to talking to ghosts, a cost that must be paid, not necessarily in dollars or cents, but in sanity and anguish. And one … More Talking to the Dead
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