(AKA: Hunkered Down, Day 39) The other day I grabbed the HD TV monitor Max used back when he was in college and attached it to my work-at-home computer. Having a second monitor would give me more...
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Easter, 2020. Planet Earth is trembling in front of me. I had plans, and this ugly mess has gotten in the way. My mind is fuzzy. I have all this time; there is nowhere to go. I want to read; my...
AKA: Hunkered Down, Day 12 As we spend this strange time together, I have a suggestion for you. You’re going to hear it, and two choices will come to mind: Sure, I’ll give that a try. Are you...
(AKA: Hunkered Down, Day 6) What a lineup on ESPN 2 yesterday. Axe throwing. Cup stacking. Marble racing. Putt-putt. Nothing, however, was more jaw-droppingly captivating than the 51st Annual Stone...
March, 2020. The coronavirus hits hard and I start working from home. What I naively thought would be a few weeks stretched out for much longer. Here then, is the blog-within-a-blog, Hunkered Down...
It’s 1985. I’ve spent of the beginning of the decade goofing off: Living in an old house with my best friends; working jobs that offer just enough money to pay the rent, purchase food...
Last week my son, Max, asked if we could switch cars for a day—he was going on a long drive—so, no problem. (It makes me think of my dad, who would give up his car at a moment’s notice to one of us...
Back when mastodons roamed the land, when I was a kid, mine was a world of Making Plans and Biding My Time. This was especially true if I got the fever over a toy or game that went way beyond any...
I’ve revisited a series of fiftieth and sixtieth anniversaries in this space lately—a reaction to my age, and the tectonic shifts that takes place in a boy’s life when he realizes that...
Sixty-two years ago today, at a church fair, two teenagers met each other for the first time. One of the boys, who was 16, was performing with his band on a makeshift stage on the back of a truck...