If You Read Only One Blog This Year

"These were the happy days, the salad days as they say..." ~ Raising Arizona My typical January blahs lacked their usual bite ...

Most of us probably have a few select tours we'd like see before we set sail for that great mosh pit in the sky.  A Wham! reunion tou...

In those days, the old folks would tell of a splendor which had once illuminated the heavens.  Though they had not seen it in ages, they sp...

My senior year of high school, I got a job working part-time at a radio station.  I came in during the week for two hours each morning to i...

No, that title is not a euphemism.  Although I suppose it could be... Uh, let's not even speculate. It is, rather, one of the traditi...

There are no words.  And yet here I sit trying to come up with some.  The heartsickness, pain, anger, and utter disgust I have felt cannot ...

Contributing to my recent two fortnight absence was Hurricane Sandy.  Though it was nowhere near here, immediately my geoblography kicked i...

When anon I realized I hath not blogged in a span of nearly twain fortnights, I didst recall yon erstwhile days wherein my nimble fingers w...