Several yeas ago I was at a baseball game (back when I was living in Kansas City) and was sitting down in box seats. It was an overcast summer day with the chance of rain. It sprinkled a bit in[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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That’s right, The Flashdrive I thought I’d lost or left at Kinkos on Monday was in a pocket of my pants the whole time. It’s so small I couldn’t feel it when I felt around for it. Well, can USB Flashdrives survive[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I have no idea how often they do this. The few times that I’ve had to use a port-a-john in this park (during the winter months the park locks and shuts down the permanent bathrooms, my guess because then they[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Some of the most difficult times for a jogger, runner or walker, who does any of that outside, are the spring and fall. Those times of the year when the weather wildly fluctuates. Is it going to be warm? Is[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Fortunately for this home owner, in this neighborhood, that second house is a rarity. Most of the homes here are like that first house. Clean, well kept and when they go on sale are quick to be sold. Now, it’s[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Try as I might, it’s pretty difficult to get across what Peter Max’s work looked like, in all those 7up ads, posters and commercials, in a black & white drawing. No matter how close to his distinctive style and design[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
While I have no explanation for why this guy takes his parrot into stores when he’s shopping for food (I mean, could he be a support animal service pet?) but I can tell you that “The Captain”, the beer battered[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I like listening to the radio while walking even when I’m jogging/running. Specifically, talk on the radio (and no, NOT Talk Radio since the bulk of radio is crap) usually sports talk shows or the games themselves. Something about hearing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m not Irish. My dad and his family wasn’t Irish. My mom and her family wasn’t Irish. So for me, throughout my life, St. Patrick’s Day has never meant anything to me. March 17th was just another day on the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’ve never been one of those “Tanning Guy” types. In the summer, you’ll often see people lying out in the park or next to swimming pools and definitely on beaches, just to brown their skin, but not me. I’ve never[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…