The march in St. Augustine, Florida began on the east side of the Bridge of Lions and ended with a rally on the grounds of the Castillo de San Marcos. #Vote2018
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Degrees of Separation
Today your humble blogger is walking a very thin line. I desperately want to employ one of my patented displays of imbecilic foolishness, but instead find myself under a rare case of self-censorship. I've even had to change the title of this post four times already to avoid offending. Not making the cut were "I Spent …
Saved in the Waiting Room
So have you heard the Good News?!! Salvation is unexpectedly and inexplicably at my door. I'm suddenly born again and been given a righteous path away from damnation. Praise the lord! Yes, my friends, I'm saved. It took me by surprise too. There I was earlier in the week, happily sinning and contemplating the vagaries of retirement-friendly …
Thoughts and Prayers: An Unhealthy Normal
I'm a news junkie. I follow events pretty much all day long as I go from one activity to the next, and I read from sources that are derisively labeled by some as mainstream. The whole term "mainstream media" during the last decade or so is an example of this cultural divide which is separating …
Keeping The Cookie Jar Full During Early Retirement
Against all her better instincts, not to mention I assume a clause in her blogger's liability insurance coverage, Donna over at Retirement Reflections has once again asked me to write a guest post. Please join the party there as I discuss the all important topic of eating cookies. Or... something remotely related to that anyway. …
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Marty Made Me Write This.
To my regular followers, Doug might be a bit out of your comfort zone. But that’s his point anyway. He’s an undeclared poet laureate who endures cold Chicago winters and probably years of Ron Santo, North Side sadness. He might not be your cup of tea, but for those of you who like to take an occasional ride on political poetry, it’s my pleasure to share a master of the craft. He’s also a lover of vinyl and analogue, so he can’t be all bad.
Sorry ‘bout the delay in getting back, (Marty) ya’ll. But trying to parse the 100 proof of today’s politics requires that aforementioned bourbon pour, and after five three fingers in four hours, I’ve been clued that Coda Puppy and I, now, somehow, seem to age at the same rate. What was once just another night of some mid-shelf everyday sippin’ whiskey, now locks me down for a full twenty-four.
And to further whore my amateur bore… of the true way that our politics be…I offer for your consideration …. Young Paul the Tall and his very pretty, smart, and caring, Girl Next Door, Mary Ann. They’ve been best friends forever…since Radio Shack sold computers. Now in their early to mid twenties, and with spring in the…our young man’s fancy…Paul turns not to his Mary Ann. Paul’s hero’s journey is to score a walk down the aisle with his Ginger…
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Wabi-Sabi is Killing My Barcalounger
We're about to embark on some intensive furniture acquisitions at our home over the next several months. I'm fastening my seat belt for a steep learning curve on the finer elements of form, concept, and contrast. My own tastes can be fairly pedestrian, going back to my early adult years when everything was only ever …
Hot Toddy Anyone?
So why'd we move to Florida again? Oh, yeah, no state taxes. I forgot. The storm that's now beginning to hit upper northeast cities got its start yesterday off the Jacksonville coast, which is just up the road from us. We had windy conditions with a driving rain most of the day, and then …
Auld Lang Insane
Well. That was certainly an experience. I'm speaking of 2017, of course. Or to use former president George W. Bush's more apt phrasing, "That was some weird shit." But never mind him, how did YOU make out, dear reader? Did you cringe with each news cycle or somehow just gut it out over the last …
Holiday Excursions and Diversions: Finding My Inner Grantham
What with two out-patient surgeries, plus the discomfort of having to walk around for eight days with a urologic stent implanted in me, your humble blogger and the missus took in some of the holiday festivities of our newly adopted home city. What's a little pain when you can stimulate the local economy and get into …
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