>The other day I was driving down the freeway when I see some jackass in a muscle car weaving in and out of traffic like there’s a checkered flag twenty miles ahead of him. Like most people, I shook my head wishing a CHP would pull him over. About 10 miles down the road, I see just that. I always… Read more »
>My sister is great. Whenever I need a sympathetic ear or some advice, she is there for me. We didn’t always get along when we were young, I was the brainiac and she was popular, but now we can rely on each other for anything. We still have disagreements, but that just makes our relationship that much more interesting. The… Read more »
>Thinking about these long lost ancestors I’ve recently found, I always marvel at the volume of children they produced. Thinking about it more, I realize that birth control was non-existent for most of them. If you were stuck in the middle of nowhere, miles from civilization, you didn’t have many options to prevent pregnancy. It wasn’t like you could run… Read more »
>At dinner tonight, some how the subject of Dr. Who came up. I remembered my Dad watching it on PBS and it was black & white. My sister mentioned remembering a curly-haired guy playing the Doctor back in the day. I said, “I think he’s the most popular one. Tom something?” My sister, “Do they all have to wear scarves… Read more »
>While there are some things about Sacramento and Sacramentans that annoy me. One thing I do like is the interesting little neighborhoods. For example, I live in a house with a garage and a yard which looks suburban, but is only a few miles from high rises. I don’t have to cross any bridges or take the freeway to get… Read more »
>Today I spent the day in my old hometown. Initially, I was just supposed to visit an old friend, but ended up having lunch at my grandparents’ house. It was funny because I’d never been to my friend’s house before and wasn’t even sure I had the right place when I got there. When no one answered and I couldn’t… Read more »
>As a little kid, I used to spend Thanksgiving in New England. While most of the leaves had already fallen off the trees, it was still starkly beautiful at my Aunt’s house high on a hill dotted with granite boulders. When the sky was clear, through the barren trees, I could see the stacks of the local mill from the… Read more »