Climate MIgration
Our son Gregory suggested we climb up out of the heat for a couple of days. We took him up on it.
Air-Minded: To Fly, Fight … and Twerk?
I was around in the boys’ club days of the Air Force, when NCO and officers’ clubs would bring in strippers, hard-working women who earned every dollar we stuffed in their G strings while fending off our drunken attempts to grope them. Nothing but respect. But those days are over.
Beating the Drum, Slowly
My Father’s Day was lovely, as, I hope, was yours.
Not Gonna Debate It
Nope. Not gonna debate a racist on what is and isn’t racist.
Saturday is a Rant Day
Journamalism these days!
Phoning It In
And those phone calls? Mostly from Donna, little tugs on my electronic leash.
Yeah, Dad Gave Me a .22 Rifle When I Turned 13, Too. So?
If you’re hoping somebody in authority is finally going to do something, you’ve been watching too many West Wing reruns.
Slam Dunk Friday
I shouldn’t give a shit about the things celebrities get up to, but I’m terribly disappointed with comedian Patton Oswalt for participating in online sports book advertisements on TV. Not many things are sins in my book, but gambling is one, and moreover one with a devastating effect on families. Shame on me for thinking Oswalt was one of the good guys.