If You Can’t Say Anything Nice … Aw, the Hell with That!

I didn’t listen to Rush Limbaugh’s radio show, but like everyone else couldn’t avoid hearing parts of it from time to time. I remember a segment Rush tried to pass off a live roast of Hillary Clinton, but which was actually him alone in the studio cracking wise to short audio clips of Clinton taken […]

Dog Is My Co-Pilot

I must telegraph it somehow, because if I so much as think about going somewhere in the car, Mister B knows, and won’t let me out of his sight lest I sneak out without him. As I’m going to do this morning. I need groceries for dinner tonight, Safeway isn’t dog-friendly, and if I leave […]

Half-Minded: Okinawa

Donna and I consider the Okinawa Hash House Harriers our mother hash. We ran our first few trails with the Tampa club in 1988, but Okinawa gave us our first full taste of hashing. It was our first hash family. It’s where we got our hash names, Flying Booger and Pick’n’Flick (if you’re not a […]