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I love you Sherriff Truman. Not literally. That’s just how the quote ends. I can’t deal with the nihilistic fuckboy lyrics of the 2020s. I just can’t. We were raised on our parent’s hippie mus...

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I had two old flashes of memory tonight. Both in vehicles. The first was waking up in the back seat of a car and climbing to the front. We were en route to one of our first vacations, I think. My...

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My favorite plot device is establishing an often innocuous seeming skill early on, which is forgotten about in the middle, but which is required during the climax of a high stakes situation for v...

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Cooked the fish I caught yesterday for supper. One thing about fish as a food group that a lot of people don’t know is that fresh fish might as well be a completely different food than just about...

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There’s this street I like to ride my bike down at night, when I’m out prowling the sidewalks and roadways just to feel the evening breeze on my face. There’s a halfway house on this street, and ...

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The fair was this week, and we went, though it seems like just last week we were at last year’s fair, so I’m not sure how a year disappeared on me so quickly. Time gets harder and harder to track...

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I keep getting plagued by these vibes of bygone eras. The way the 80s smelled like expired basement shag carpet and B.O. The knick-knack alcoves built into the cigarette oiled walls with figur...

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What’s a song that is special to you because of a memory attached to it, and what was the memory? I’ll go first: It’s summer 2008 about 3:30 am and all is quiet in the Perry Hotel. I was working...

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I feel, often, that most of what guides and drives me are entities within my psyche that I struggle to name or describe. For the sake of discussion, I’ll call them “spirits,” though I don’t neces...

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I have probably the most beautiful car you’ve ever seen. A 1971 Stingray Corvette T-top with the old school chrome trim, custom painted a sparkling combination of royal and sky blue, in pristine...

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I only seem to find it in motion. Stillness is unbearable, and a drowning silence is too much. I also don’t like jarring clatter, or erratic surprising sounds, but something steady and reliable- ...

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I find myself gripped by a particular paranoia: No matter what I do, I feel as though I am squandering my time. This weekend I had two paths to choose from: -Rent a drum sander and move the ball...

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Something about me that surprises people is that I took two years off of grammar school- 8th and 10th grade- and I barely graduated at all when the end of 12th rolled around. In fact I had to wor...

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A while ago I was feeling a bit like Dorothy waking up back in Kansas to a black and white world, possessed with memories of the place I had just been- “and you were there! and you!” Today? Those...

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I grew up in a town that was founded only a hundred and fifty or so years prior specifically to be a resort community for rich folks. Prior to that, it was missionaries and churches, but in the 1...

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I feel like you can kind of look around in three directions: You can look towards the past, to different eras and degrees. You can look around at the present, to different specific physical plac...

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This is Iron Claw’s fault. Watched it on Father’s day and was reminded how good and moving something could be. What a quality film. Where can I find other things that reach me? Where do I begin t...

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When last we spoke I was puking my brains out. I thought it odd that I had the flu at all, since I had never had the flu before, and there was a reason for that. Wasn’t the flu. Few weeks later, ...

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I am just today emerging from the worst sickness I’ve experienced to date in my life. I will spare you the details, except that when I finally achieved sleep- this would be 72 hours after I start...

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Can’t get enough of life this spring. Feels like the very color of my soul is young green. I practice these meditations daily, sometimes constantly. The overwhelming aesthetic of waking nature is...

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Life feels like this odd journey away from home on a one-way highway. Dense traffic. Some cars race past. Some linger nearby long enough to take them for granted. But always this feeling of “home...

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I was already running late when I rolled into the shop, and my first instinct when I saw the delivery truck there was to just keep going. My girlfriend’s car broke down the weekend prior, and I h...

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And where might that be, exactly? I have a few songs that seem to pair with very specific moments throughout my life. These moments are a layer cake of sensual memories in which the song fills th...

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I don’t understand people when they wish more empathy into the world. Why invite that much heartbreak on an already beleaguered humanity? I think refraining from judgement is oft confused with e...

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I have at last, with one final visit to the deeds department, pieced together a rough enough idea of when this old house was built and by whom. I hereby consider the matter closed, so that I may ...

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