I mentioned yesterday that I am visiting my Mom in Texas next week. I didn’t mention that I made a list of political demands to the Lone Star State and its citizens that, if not met, meant I wasn’t going. Fortunately, it appears all the demands have been met. Seriously, I did tell my Mom… Read More Arising From the Bunker
At 82, my Mom moved last year from a house in Branson, Missouri to a 2-bedroom apartment at an Over-55 complex in Wylie, Texas outside of Dallas. This move has meant many things, including my impending need to break my vow to never return to the state in which I was raised. I left Texas… Read More Going Back to Texas
I can’t remember whether November is the month where men are supposed to let their facial hair grow for a good cause or this is the month where people who want to be a novelist give themselves a one-month deadline to write a novel. Maybe it’s both, but I can’t remember. And that gets me… Read More A November Writing Exercise
Just back from a month cycling, hiking, and living in Central Japan (Osaka, Onomichi, Hiroshima, Kyoto). Since getting back a few days ago, I’ve scoured the Internet for a video capturing my single favorite activity over a month of great fun: Riding a bicycle in Osaka. I’d love to have shot my own little video… Read More Beautiful Chaos: Cycling in Osaka
I’m finishing up a month-long trip to Japan (Osaka, Onomichi, Hiroshima, Kyoto). It took this sandwich to get me to post about my trip, very possibly the greatest sojourn I’ve undertook. No, definitely so. Now the photos, first the packaging and then the perhaps overly wide reveal: Maybe the best of about 30 meals out… Read More Banh Mi in Kyoto
I’m approaching my 65th Birthday, which I perhaps mistakenly feel is a milestone people care about, or at least the government does. To prove I’m not dying, which also seems an important aspect of turning this old, I’m testing my physical limits and trying peyote for the first time. Okay, I’m kidding about the peyote.… Read More Turning Medicare and Rio Rancho
