Every great story has a villain. Christmas stories are no exception. Remember King Herod? Ebenezer Scrooge? Hans Gruber? The burglars from Home Alone? This year, our family has its own Christmas Story. And it brings me no pleasure to confess that the Grinch of our story is me. Or at least it was.
Sunday, August 13, 2017
We began our journey early in the morning on the 4th of July. A father-daughter road trip, the start of a grand American experience. The cross-over SUV was fully fueled and packed. Riding shotgun is the 52-year-old dad in a Mariner’s baseball cap, cargo shorts, a UPF +50 button-up shirt, and the low-top Converse sneakers he wears when his wife isn’t there to give him that look that says he’s too old for Chuck Taylors. The 16-year-old daughter is behind the wheel, tank top and denim shorts, her own hat slung low over her brow, perhaps to avoid recognition. The possibilities of the open road beckoned.
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Saturday, April 8, 2017
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
The other day a hubristic 31-year-old “senior White House official” made a widely televised cringe-worthy appearance that reminded me that I wanted to write about one of my brothers who runs a blog titled Ignorance without Arrogance. Don’t worry. His blog is not about politics. Neither is this post. Judging from daily news events and social media content I’m seeing lately, though, a lot of us would be served by giving the concept behind the title at least some thought.
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Saturday, December 24, 2016
I’m not the kind of person who sends letters to newspaper advice columnists. I’m the kind of person who writes letters to newspaper advice columnists but never sends them. Here is a collection of letters I have written but never sent to Washington Post advice columnist Carolyn Hax:
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Friday, November 11, 2016
Twice in my life I have quit jobs without having another job waiting. Three times, to be honest, but the first time involved a college job as a part-time clerk at a shitty Texas convenience store that I mostly quit to deny a jackass middle manager the ability to claim he fired me. But that’s a story for another day. As is the story about how I had to take a polygraph test as a condition to being hired for the part-time shitty Texas convenience store job and how I learned that you could lie on a polygraph test and not get caught.
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Sunday, September 18, 2016
This isn’t going to be one of those blog posts where I gently mock me as the bumbling suburban father and husband transitioning from Mountain Standard Time to life on the East Coast. Regular programming will resume in the near future. Instead this is me writing a “think piece” about what the fuck is going on! Because something the fuck is going on in this election cycle that has in recent history been suppressed or marginalized by The Establishment.
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Saturday, May 14, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
Last Wednesday afternoon, my wife, Carissa, texted me the news that Merle Haggard had died. It’s not like you couldn’t see that one coming. He was 79 and there is ample evidence that he lived out many of the sad songs that he wrote and performed. As much as we may not like to admit it, there really is a limit to how much whiskey and cigarettes a body can absorb (unless you are Willie Nelson or Keith Richards, although perhaps the type of cigarettes you smoke make a difference).
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