PUT THE PHONE DOWN, BUTTERCUP!

Posted on November 8, 2018

Just a couple days ago I was having an insatiable craving for a Maria’s cheesesteak.   They make the best around.  I’ve been enjoying them since I was a little kid.  Frozen wafers of a steak like substance, lettuce, tomato, provolone cheese and about a 1/4-inch layer of mayonnaise.  It all gets toasted between a […]


ROCKY IS REQUIRED!

Posted on November 7, 2018

All it takes is the first few ascending notes from that powerful brass section and my whole mental disposition changes. Seriously.  It’s funny how the actual chemical make-up of the brain can be altered by immediate stimuli entering the ears.  And when my brain hears Gonna Fly Now by Bill Conti, a sense of perseverance, […]


WHY THE OBSESSION WITH OUR GRANDFATHER’S GENERATION?

Posted on November 6, 2018

I was tired of the same old look, and it was time for a different haircut.  So, I did what every schlep in the modern age does-I went to the abyss that is YouTube and journeyed down the dreaded rabbit hole to find a haircut that would suit me.  Better than the static photo, the […]


WHY DO WE LOVE OUR TEAMS SO MUCH?

Posted on November 5, 2018

It’s the usual scene for a football game that the Ravens are playing in.   We’re all gathered in my sister’s living room hanging on the edges of our seats.  The Ravens have grinded through tons of adversity the entire season to be where they are today, fighting for their postseason lives against their number […]


THE BOTTLE AND THE DAMAGE DONE

Posted on November 2, 2018

I knew a guy, a very good friend actually, who decided a few years back, on a rainy October day, that he wanted to meet his maker.  He laid a plastic cover over the couch then carefully maneuvered a cast iron skillet behind his head, so he wouldn’t damage the sheet rock.  After writing a […]


BIG MAN LOVES LITTLE DOG

Posted on November 1, 2018

The memory is still scorched into my brain.  It was the summer of my tenth year on earth.  Me and about eight other kids were in the middle of the Box Game (a roughhouse version of hide and seek/tag). I was curled in a fetal ball inside an oversized, empty metal trash can, waiting to […]


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