I brought him home in a taped-up box. I wasn’t planning on taking the old cat. I had visited many times before and this was supposed to be just another play date. Something clicked somewhere, like he told me to do it. His meowing kept my heart rate up on the drive. I kept telling … More Charlie
I thought the world would stop for me. I thought I would live longer than the corporations I saw the birth of. I thought we were going to change it all. But nothing changed, even though everything did. It was selfish, self-centered and narcissistic of me. Deep down in our spleen, we all are. Music … More Pluto
Bernie’s Bungalow is for sale. The owner, I suppose, is moving on. The family has faced their fair share of challenges. When I was a young man, and mine and Anna’s friend group was an ocean wide and a bathtub thick, it was our party central. Many a weekend we spent drinking, smoking hookah, acting … More The Bungalow
My friend is an old Vietnam veteran. He’s told me a few stories about it. But like most vets he keeps most of the stories close to his chest I think. He has lived a rich life of travel, adventure, and intrigue. He’s explored jungles and deserts, mountains and oceans. Indeed, his war years are … More All Quiet…
The first man I met from America was so obviously an American. He spoke with a southern drawl, a mountainous gut from good living and a Harley Davidson shirt. He used to be in the military. Some kind of radioman I think. He was called Jesse. But his Italian, Ohmygod, his Italian. The best, better … More Alba Sulla Montagna Part 2
Some time ago, my partner and I spent much time back in the country of her ancestors: Italy. As we combed through records and bounced around government offices and communal cemeteries, I had an epiphany of sorts. I sat down and wrote them out. I do wonder if Anna’s ancestors would ever have imagined that … More Memento Mori
I worked with two men in construction for a while. As it usually goes with these types of rough men, their transformation into builders has a reason. I generally try to find that. Little clues into their life are splattered here and there. It just takes the right key, and the lock springs open. This … More The Gift of Normalcy
When I was just a boy, my father, my uncle and I would practice subsistence moose hunting. It is the act of hunting to eat, rather than to collect a trophy; which is an unforgivable act. We’d take ATVs far into the mountains, dozens of miles away from any roads, which were hundreds of miles … More Colosseums of Time
The cat rests on my lap. A glass of bourbon I received for my birthday sits on the table to my right. She comes in from work. She looks harried, and tired. This month has been a tough one for her. Fall always is. She lets her purse fall to the floor and says “I’ve … More A Place I Will Always Know
The second video from our trip to Europe.
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