… in those “fabulous high school years”  we all loved so much, years that honestly weren’t all that fabulous, was to one day be a journalist. As I understood it at the time, my job would be to ferret out stories and tell them to the public in a style people wanted to read.

Oh, and to tell the truth. The whole truth. Nothing but the…

That’s all a person has to rely on when there’s no sense of reasoning left. I can’t speak to you from personal experience, thankfully, but I can imagine it must be incredibly frightening. At least, for those with enough remaining brain cells to realize a problem exists, it must be. For the many who aren’t that mentally acute, perhaps not knowing is blissful. I’d guess it would…

It’s a “good thing” if you’re into sports. Many will say, as they do with NFL football, “defense wins games”, but that’s not actually true. Even today, the New England Patriots, one of the worst defensive lineups in the NFL, defeated the Baltimore Ravens 23-20. The Ravens were one of the top three defenses in either league. Most ironically, they lost because their offense…

There were many periods between divorces where I again put myself out there as a member of “the singles scene”. It’s a relatively morbid place to be with more lies told than you’d ever hear at a used car salesman’s convention. For that, and all the frustration to go with it, I’m glad to have exited that landscape.

When the “dating game” resumed…

This post was previously set to run at the start of July. The title would’ve been: MINI  LEAVE  OF  ABSENCE.

It’s updated by a whole bunch by now, so much of it doesn’t apply any longer. However, it shows my mindset back then and I have the same thoughts today, January 26th, 2012. My feelings…

This little nugget of wisdom came to me as I’ve blissfully enjoyed all the ups and downs of my lung cancer these last two point something years. They’ve been stressed significantly of late as I revel in the joy of chemotherapy. I can swear this much, chemo will never catch on and be a fad. It just ain’t any danged fun.

Chemo is, matter…

Not sure if that’s still used as a TV ad, or not. I haven’t watched a TV set other than sports since 2004, the last year before I became homeless from 2005-2009. Since I was “paroled” from that life May 29^th, 2009, the only time I watch TV is for my San Diego Padres and-or Chargers. I’ll confess this year, for the first time in my life, I watched the World Series…

I stand thusly accused.

The celebration of a success does not always mean total victory, or no losses. Nor does it mean there may not be a minor-major mess to clean up. Because I’ve stated many times I feel it’s a man’s duty to do so … and because I’m a man, if nothing else … this post will be dedicated to exactly that task. I’ll clean up a mess…

Yeah, those were the good ol’ days. Or, so I thought.

Reminds me again of one of Mom’s sayings: “That’s where ‘thought‘ gets you.” You’d've all just loved my Mom. She was one helluva character.

The dirty s.o.b. first moved in and became a “roomie” when I was still very young. Being as honest as I…

… an’ He ain’t too big on quitters, neither.”

There’s an old expression for you, one that’s been around since my boyhood and before. Back when we ate all the meals in our caves and picked our teeth with pterodactyl bones is the era of which I speak, should you seek a reference point.

Of course, that initial…

An auspicious number in many respects for a lot of people. I can recall, as do many of you, what a magic age it was when I was growing up. It meant a driver’s license, which also meant a world of new problems and responsibilities, but who pays attention to the add-ons? Man, if I can drive a freakin’ car, I’ll be free! …

Often the most succinct words of wisdom will come tumbling from our own mouths. It would be nothing short of pitiful to have the author of a wise piece of advice not hear it as well.

A friend from long, long ago with whom I recently reconnected asked my advice and I gave it in an e-mail. We haven’t seen each other since about…

What the heck would you call it if a student was in school long enough to acquire a PhD, then went on to earn an additional advanced degree? I believe it’d be nothing more than a second Doctorate of Philosophy. Ergo, let’s call it PhD II.

Following that line of sane logic, easily permissible because this is my blog and…

Bad things happen in this life. We can try to ignore it, pretend it didn’t occur, maybe, but we know we’re just fooling ourselves. Consequently, it does us no good at all. Only adds to the problem.

Some people will talk about “getting over” things, especially the loss of something valuable or, even worse, someone dear to us. Take my word…

Before you run the mistaken route of thinking I’ve awarded myself a “class upgrade”, don’t worry about it. I didn’t get pushed into first class, but I did find myself in a situation where “rank” matters.

Many times since that fateful date when I became homeless, January 17^th, 2005,  I’ve told people, “I used to be a…

Even Alex admits that, and he’s always the first one to cut me off at the knees. My biggest critic, in truth. He suffers from a “Big Brother complex” with me. It could stem from the fact he’s older than my 63 years. Or taller than my six-two. Or smarter than my genius IQ, (I think by about 20 points). Or, he may just have a “butthole streak”. Maybe it’s…

… I can only guess or do research. I’ve never been an average man, nor do I recall anyone ever referring to me that way. Yet, via the SWAG system, we have enough for a comparison.

The average man …

… is generally happy with his life

… has half…

Student designed sleeping bag can help end homelessness As a design student in Detroit, Veronika Scott was keenly aware of the increasing numbers of homeless people suffering deeply during the relentless winters. At the tender age of 21, she created…

… what happens to the water after it rolls off your back in the shower?

… what they do with your trash after they pick it up each week?

… what becomes of an old newspaper after you’ve read it?

… where a taxi goes after you pay the fare and get out?…

Click above and listen to the song, (no video, just a pic),  while you read the good news!

Funny, it didn’t hurt a bit.

Of course, I have no borders…