Well then. It's been quite the week. I worked. I went on DUI patrols, I met a BMX racing legend. I saw Aladdin drive by the art gallery on a motorcycle with his vest flapping in the air (it was a pleasant sight). DUI - "Dewey" in the newsroom - patrols were fun. I have … Continue reading Minchin Monday and Dewey Patrol
So it's Fair Week here in Warren County. For me, reasons to avoid the fair are as many and varied as there are...I don't know...smells at the fair. Or ways to violate every rule of aesthetics using only tie dye anything and a pair of cutoff denim shorts. You can see all this and more … Continue reading Sidewalk Chalk and County Fairs
My very first psychology teacher died. John Bonavita. In my junior year of high school I was stuck between two lives. In one, I was a great student, incredibly bright, with a promising future and full of potential. In the other I was overcome by a lifetime of relational trauma, smoked my weight in weed … Continue reading AP Psych and Swiping Right
Because there's been a call for more local content in the paper, I've started writing more columns. There's not usually space for them, but I write them anyhow. Just in cases. And because my whole heart bleeds from the amount of love I have for writing narrative personal nonfiction like columns. And essays. And Facebook … Continue reading Public Meetings and Weather Wizards
I can't remember which of these two badass Tim Minchin songs I've shared with you in the not-so-distant past, so I'm going to share them both with you. One of my favorite things to watch wee Tim'thy do is to fuck with the television talk show personalities of Britain. https://youtu.be/Y-ugFFXI3L4 Oh it's such a delight. … Continue reading Minchin Monday and Memory Failure
Memorial Day. For most people these days - and this is not me saying that this is necessarily good or bad, but it's just a statement of fact - it's the beginning of summer. Most people I talk to can't even tell me the difference between Memorial Day and Labor Day. Now, to be totally … Continue reading A Firing Squad and Drunk At a Barbecue
Okay. This is a big, long, intense bastard so I'm gonna set you up with a funny, thoughtless Minchin offering first. It's like a glass of orange juice for a diabetic before a snack free transcontinental flight. I'm assuming. Somehow I'm not diabetic yet, despite my love of potatoes, white bread, and pasta in … Continue reading Minchin Monday and Quiet Revolutions
