Oh, come on. Pyromania is such an ugly word. I wrote once before about how I disposed of all of the English Leather gift sets I consistently received for Christmas from aunts and uncles. After the novelty of stinking up the place wore off, I eventually realized that I could fill up the porcelain soap … Read more
Behold, my favorite Van Halen song for almost three decades running:
Uncle Larry was my mother’s younger brother. He was killed in a car crash on Christmas Eve, 1983. I have many happy memories of the short time I had with him. He took Jenny and me to DisneyWorld. He’s there in all of my favorite childhood beach memories (I still think of him every time … Read more