He has places to be
and house-calls to make,
asses to kick
and names to take.

What's his name?

POTATO BUG!

I want very badly to not be selfish in this.

I got a job! Yay for me!

I’m enjoying a semi-widespread popularity, here. It seems that, to the locals, I’m something of an anomaly; a curious refugee from a strange land where rain never falls and the trees have no leaves. I ask after winters here and they laugh, a slow, easy, Midwestern laugh and say, “It can get a bit cold, here, yeah ( Read more... )

Well, the day is finally upon us. The coffers are filled and the car is packed. The only thing left to do is drive.

(Flagstaff, Santa Fe, Denver, Lincoln, Home.) Stay tuned for news and photos from my adventures On the Road. I’ll be in a communication blackout for the next few days but, after that, you can safely expect an in-depth play-by-play ( Read more... )

Up, up, up!

Earlier tonight, I met a girl whom I apparently knew in a former life.

She said that I look good. Better than I did four years ago. "Brighter."

Perhaps.

(all I know for certain is that I don't recall the line of my jaw as being quite this severe.)

Flagstaff on Thursday.

(company on trip = good; getting out of this sewer = good; lost time = bad)

There is so much to do in the next two weeks. So very much to do.

So, Phil and I invented a new sandwich tonight at the 5 & Diner. It's a variation on their signature "Francheeze" (an extra-large all-beef hotdog which is stuffed with cheese, wrapped in raw bacon, deep fried, nestled in a toasted bun and then topped with a cup of chili and drenched in more cheese). We have yet to decide on a name but, since it ( Read more... )

There is something indescribably satisfying about watching a pat of butter melt in the microwave.