I met my childhood friend David on Pecanwood Drive in Anniston at 10:15 this morning. Best we could piece together, we had not seen each other since 1984. The weather wasn’t entirely cooperative for our walk through our old neighborhood, but it was nothing umbrellas couldn’t mitigate. We examined our old territory lovingly and carefully, … Read more
I’ve mostly quit opening the door to anyone selling anything except neighborhood children. (Nice misplaced modifier. Hey Bo, you mean that you’ll only open the door to people selling neighborhood children? Heh.) That closed-door policy is a result of a final-straw encounter with the magazine gypsies I wrote about before. If you ring my doorbell … Read more
January 1, new beginning, blah, blah, blah. I’m not feeling very profound today. Or maybe I am. Depends on your perspective, I guess. The mood I am not in is one in which I self-flagellate for three or four paragraphs on all of the heinous mistakes I made in 2011, then make grandiose pronouncements of … Read more