There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today. I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick. But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead
Today’s the third anniversary of my best friend’s death. And I’m still pissed at the world. So, I thought that I’d write something funny. Continue reading My Ass
If you don’t live in the Washington, D.C./Baltimore area, you may have missed the Oh-So slanderous headlines from the past three weeks.
Emergency vote in Ocean City, Maryland: You can’t go topless here.
The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt. It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
This short video is of my Dad playing with me and my sister BJ outside of our very first house. My baby sister Mary didn’t make an appearance due to a dispute in contract negotiations (actually, she was halfway through a nine-month ride in Mom’s belly). Continue reading Happy Father’s Day!
This past week of painfully oppressive hot and humid days had me experiencing hazy flashbacks, not because of a heat stroke or dehydration, but the vivid memories of a summer spent as a teen working with the construction crew of the Shenandoah Telephone Company (now Shentel). Continue reading Lineman for the County
This is a little clip from 1963 of my Father and I out sledding alongside the driveway. Great times don’t have to be perfect.