Three years ago today was a Friday. I’d slipped out-of-town for an over night visit with my son. By the time I arrived, Fred had passed away back home.
Despite a heroic effort to contact me, I didn’t know we’d lost him until I read the news the next morning. I remember staring a lot that day. There were other things, but mostly there was staring.
That Saturday night, back home in bed, I was still staring. I published what I felt that night, and then went to work at 4:30 a.m. Sunday on no sleep. I wasn’t the only one sleepless and staring.
The staring returned this morning. I’m angry about the accident that cost his life months before he was to retire. I’m hurt for his family as they move on without him. I’m disappointed that I can’t call him to laugh about some of the stories we lived through and compare notes on how much being retired from The Job doesn’t suck. Read the rest of this entry »
I am over at The Nudge Wink Report with a discussion of that busy body in Utah, and the losers who would wear those shirts.
Originally posted on The Nudge Wink Report:
This week a Utah woman, Judy Cox, found herself offended by some t-shirts she saw for sale at the mall. By now you’ve surely heard that Ms. Cox purchased every one of the offensive shirts her local Pac-Sun store had in stock – $567 worth.
Sometimes The Best Thing To Be Is Quiet
I’ve got a post up at Long Awkward Pause today that essentially says that well intentioned and fool are not mutually exclusive terms. Come on over and read.
Originally posted on Long Awkward Pause:
Today, a breathless and not very flappy world finally heard from the game’s creator, Dong Nguyen. Mr. Nguyen took the most popular game available for iPhone and Android devices off the market because he felt guilty. Surprisingly, it seemed to have nothing to do with guilt associated with a first name that sounds like, well, the sound of a large bell.
I wrote for today, but I put it over on one of the other sites I’m a part of – Long Awkward Pause. You should head over there. Really. I’m watching to see if you do.
Today’s post is a little out of the ordinary for me. It’s on a topic that has more political and religious facets, which I’ve generally avoided in the piece. Click on over for my take on people who claim virgin birth.
Don’t forget to subscribe to Long Awkward Pause while you’re there. That place is like a big warehouse full of funny people, and me.
I made more new words on my other, other blog – The Nudge and Wink Report. Did you know that nudge and nude are very similarly spelled?
Hi kids! Guess what I did? I wrote something new. Re-run week is over. Click on over to Long Awkward Pause and read about pizza, snow and reindeer parts.
Last serving of leftovers!
In this final part of the trilogy, I am invited to Thanksgiving dinner by the cranberry sauce making girlfriend that I did not kill.
Young me was a quiet, respectful guy. I never talked myself into a bad spot. And then there was that Thanksgiving. Love, death, cranberries and an inexplicable verbal outburst combined. The result was me learning what “time to leave” looked like.
The final portion of this trilogy, first published last year – Everyone Loved Dorcas.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.
I continue my re-run of three posts relating to my college girlfriend with an incident that happened after the whole nasty business with nearly killing her.
Today’s reading is from 2010. It was the first of this trilogy that I wrote, but it fits in the second position in the series and foreshadows the third piece that I didn’t have a plan to write at the time.
It covers my dislike of asparagus and my inability to grasp the fact that a person could make their own cranberry sauce if they wanted to. No, the combination of the near death incident and this cranberry matter did not cause this woman to toss me aside.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Cranberry Sauce, A Recipe For Disaster.