White legs aren’t the problem, they’re the symptom
It’s finally warming up around here. Time to think about showing some skin!
Dear Softball…
This is a blog post I wrote a couple days after my very last softball game, which happened on this day exactly ten years ago.
Semi-Retired Is Like “Sorta Pregnant”
In which I announce my semi-retirement from the design biz, and ramble on and on about the “Good Ol’ Days” like every other old retired fart.
Growing Old Gracefully
Am I growing old gracefully? Not sure. All I know is I’m feeling old today. I turned 59 a few months ago. Last night I realized I’m still telling people I’m 58. Not because I’m avoiding the truth. Not because I’m fooling myself. Because I forgot. It’s not dementia that made me forget. I’m still in full control of my faculties. Don’t believe me? Just ask The Missus, or as I like to call her, …