According to Wikipedia, the font of all knowledge, the U.S. has 59 national parks. They range from Acadia in Maine to Hawaii Volcanoes on the big island of Hawaii, from Olympic, west of Seattle, to Dry Tortugas a little off of Key West, Florida. A person could spend a hefty lifetime of vacations — or… Read More Wide open spaces
My annual golf trip with my brothers is this weekend, and I am approaching it like I always do; ill prepared and hardly giving a damn about how bad I’m liable to be. Hardly. Some day, some day soon, it would be nice to drive over to Pawleys Island, just south of Myrtle Beach, and… Read More Just be the damn ball
Gambling is either in your blood or it’s not. I don’t mean gambling, as in taking everyday chances. Everybody takes a chance every once in a while. Just the other day, I bit into a whole jalapeno at a place in Moab, Utah. That could have gone south in a hurry. No, I mean gambling… Read More Always a crapshoot
Recorded comedy bits have been around for a long time, before the turn of the last century. A vaudevillian named Cal Stewart was doing jokes as “Uncle Josh” Weathersby back in 1897, according to an excerpt on a PBS site. And if you can’t trust public broadcasting … Uncle Josh was a rube from New… Read More Funny, not funny
A few years ago I started getting mail — like mail in the mailbox out in front of the house mail — from AARP. I knew what it was from the envelope, so I didn’t open it. None of it. Let me say this up front: I’m not voluntarily checking into some old folks’ club… Read More Back the heck off
Mary Jo tells me that, ever since I stopped driving downtown every day, I’m not quite as — how does she put this? — “grumpy.” All I have to say to that is, you spend an hour or an hour and a half (or more!) in Atlanta traffic every day. You fight through rush hour.… Read More Grumpy rules of the road
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