If You Read Only One Blog This Year

I suppose it all started about six weeks ago.  That's when I glanced down and noticed I had a big potato chip crumb caught in my chest ...

It's nothing grandiose.  Sitting on the littlest of hills, surrounded by a chain-link fence, just far enough away from everything so th...

There are several "Christmases" throughout the year enjoyed by the avid college football fan.  Dates, games, and events we all lo...

As I was preparing to exfoliate the unnecessary details from my weekend and prepare a tasty little blog casserole for you, it struck me tha...

My friend, Axl, works for the government -- well, government contractor.  I'm not exactly sure what he does all day, other than perpetu...

I flipped on the TV last Friday evening.  The volume was down, but when I saw his picture, I knew.  MCA -- Adam Yauch of the Beastie Boys --...

My fans have spoken, clamoring for a new blog post.  By fans, I mean fan (thanks Sherri).  And by clamoring, I mean probably just being poli...

85, 84, 80, 73 ,82, 82, 82. No, those aren't my most recent bowling scores, fortunately. Nor are they my most recent golf scores, unfor...