If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Something Else First ...

We're going to discuss my old man watching ... promise. But first ... let me ask you this ... 

     Have you ever been loading groceries into your car, quite convinced that you have the entire parking lot to yourself, and, bent over, head inside of your vehicle, released just a teency bit more than a teency bit of ... well ... gas? 

     And then, maybe, while you were gloating and relishing and arranging your canned goods in the seat so they wouldn't spill if slammed on the brakes later, did you by chance hear a young female voice behind you say, "Sir. Excuse me ... Sir." 

     And when you turned, was it the girl who bagged your items inside of the store standing there with a rather polite smile on her face, holding a bottle of conditioner she forgot to put into your cart?

     Was it? 

     Did you? 




     Oh. Okay. 

     Me neither.  

Wednesday, July 22, 2015


By the end of this year, I would like to ...
          A: Become more interesting than a frozen pizza, because, apparently I am not.
          and ...
          B: Have a bikini model’s beach butt, because my dog has more junk in his trunk than I do. And I don’t care how old and how white I am, that’s just not right.

          Next up: ‘Why I’m Checking Out Old Men’. 


Sunday, July 5, 2015

A Note of Caution

Call it the bane of a vivid imagination, but for years I was under the impression that an Old Testamenty kind of name, like, Zachariah, was required to contract Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever. That since my primary mode of transportation didn’t have hooves, my britches suspenders or that I hadn’t gone bust in some misguided mining venture, posing for grim-faced tintypes as I pulled up stakes, I was reasonably immune to the disease. I figured the malady had fallen to the wayside somewhere around 1910, along with cookie dusters, and phrases such as ‘malady’ and ‘wayside’.

How wrong I was.

Beware the lowly tick, child. Beware.