Jun 212015
 

Still mulling how to blog about this. It’s inhabiting me. Only writing about it effectively shall evict it, I fear.

Watch this. If you have Netflix, and you have a fairly high threshold of offense, watch the entire documentary.

You won’t be the same person afterward. You’ve been warned.


Hot Girls Wanted official trailer (2015… by darlinmagazine

 Posted by at 9:11 pm
Jun 192015
 

This is my earliest picture at Uncle Bill‘s lake house, I think. Welcome to July 1972:

dad bill me

That would make me 15 months old. Dad, to my right, is 28. (Man, he was in deep hairline trouble way earlier than I was. Count your blessings, Bo.) Uncle Bill (my maternal grandmother’s sister’s husband), 48, is holding me. (Looks kind of like Woody Hayes, doesn’t he?)

I don’t remember this trip. I remember things that happened later this year, though. I’ve learned that I remember significantly earlier into my childhood than most people do.

Both Dad and Uncle Bill are obviously having a great time, and that matches my memories of time spent at that house on Logan Martin Lake. Perhaps I’ve romanticized it just a bit in my memory, but thinking of going to Dottie and Bill’s feels so warm and loving (and the detail I can recall from those visits is staggering). I don’t know that our boys have had an analog. I hope we’ve made it up to them in other ways.

I also look at the photo and can’t believe my parents’ marriage would be in significant trouble in another eight years, and would end in less than ten.

I hope—actually I really, deeply believe—that’s something from which I can deliver our children. “Dad, what’s it like to have a stepmother?” Nathan asked me once. “Don’t worry about it buddy, because you’ll never have one,” I answered without hesitation.

I try not to beat my folks up about it too much. I believe they did the best they could. Still, I see a photo like this and I can’t help some part of me saying “Guys? Really?”

Go, right now, and ask your spouse what you can do for him/her.

And have a good weekend.

 Posted by at 9:03 pm
Jun 142015
 

Aaron picks good places for his birthday dinner. It’s because we’ve made sure to take him to plenty of good places. Happy to be here, but oh so cool. Not quite too cool yet to blow out the candles, though! Happy Birthday, my friend. I love you. So proud of you.

 Posted by at 9:56 pm
Jun 072015
 

After Lea, the boys, and I ate dinner Friday night, we explored Sprouts Farmers Market, the new squirrelly hippie specialty grocery store in northern Madison. It’s like Earth Fare, but smaller and more brightly lit. Checking out the spicy sauces (as is my wont in any retail establishment offering such), I spied a pint of […]

 Posted by at 3:18 pm

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