You can call it loyalty or insanity, or a combination of the two, but I've only ever had two people cut my hair. My first barber was Pat, a tall man who was ironically bald. As far back as I can remember, the man never had a scrap of hair on top of his head, just some that clung to the sides ...
I feel like I know quite a few people. I've seen quite a few things. But the things that happen to me, I happen to feel, and I've said this before, happen to no one else. If divine destiny is a thing or everything that happens to us is just fate, then somewhere along the way, someone started to ...
A few weeks ago, after reading my column, my Dad came up to me and said, "Can ya ever write about somethin' good I did?" Joking, I said, "When ya do somethin' good, I'll write about it." And, well, if you're reading this old man, let's just say this story ain't gonna earn ya a gold star, but ...
Tiptoe is too great a phrase for it, and step is just an over exaggeration. My feet move forward, one then the other, a centimeter at a time, barely leaving the ground. My hands are out at my sides like a circus performer traveling across a wire. I think this helps, but in reality, it just ...
It was around two in the morning. I was sitting on the couch in the living room watching TV. My father suddenly appeared. He had on slippers and a pair of underwear that should have been put out of their misery in the mid-nineties. He walked past me, out the front door, out the porch, and into ...
I am gonna tell ya the story of last weekend. To do this, we need to travel back a little bit. In the time of my groovy adolescence, when my peers were playing shoot 'em up games on their little Nintendos or whatever, I was playin' board games. My Ma never allowed video games in my house past ...
2023 is still on its deathbed, and everybody is changing the sheets already. New calendars are being hung up, fresh day planners are being bought, and some guy who thought Y2K was gonna be the end of the world stepped out of his bunker, looked around, said, "eh," and went back in. It's been ...
For my family, Christmas, like everything else, never goes perfectly. It's never that Disney cartoon version. It's more like Scooby Doo. Velma and Daphne are in the kitchen. Fred is watching TV. Shaggy is eating everything in sight. The dog is on the couch. Then someone drops dead. It used ...
‘Tis the season for Christmas joy. Tis the season to give and receive crappy gifts. Now, I'll admit it, I don't usually give the best gifts. The things I think about and am sure will be the big hitter fall flat, while those I just grabbed off the shelf; they end up loving. I do have an ...
I like words. Scratch that. I LOVE words. Twenty-six letters make up approximately half a million words in the English language alone. And those half a million words make up absolutely everything. What I love more than words alone is the grouping of words into spectacular combinations. Now, ...