This story is completely true. It was the first softball game of the County Summer Co-ed Rec League. I was a bit late to the ball park, and most everyone was already there. Some were sitting on the bench putting on cleats. Others were in the outfield stretching and warming up. The late afternoon sun cast everything in a yellow golden hue, and warmed my back and legs as I approached the field. When I …
My Father’s Day recollection of a conversation with Dad.
A brief encounter in a design studio somewhere in America.
I created Open Mike as an alternative to me boring audiences at local comedy clubs.
Trolls make great catchers. This troll, however, wanted to play first base. The troll wasn’t having any of Rick’s usual “do as you’re told,” garbage. As manager, Rick knew he had to maintain tight control of his players, and these players in particular. Next to the dragon and were-beasts, the trolls were the hardest to control. He had to find a way to get the troll to play ball, as it were, and accept his …
In the mountain of SPAM that accumulates weekly, I occasionally find a missive worthy of reply.
In which Boris counsels me on the mysteries of deer poop, where dreams come from, and puppies.
I was sitting on a bench in the mall when my dog came up and sat down beside me. This is the conversation that followed.
A few years ago I was seeking to hire a new designer. Here’s how one interview went.
Practical jokes are a tradition in our family, and The Kid has always been our favorite target. On her 35th birthday, I struck again.
