Posts Tagged ‘memories’
Catholics, from a “personal space” perspective, haven’t ever really bugged me. We have a number of Catholics in our family, as well as a handful of Baptists. All relatively pleasant people. The Catholics, though, are fairly quiet about what they are and what they do. I don’t mean to suggest that they’re hiding it; [...]
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Earlier, I’d heard rumblings from Rob Donoghue that he was putting into motion something known as “Operation: Wendig.” I assumed he forgot the ‘o’ on the end of it, and he was going to enter a deep freeze, transform into a carnivorous winter beast, and eat the hearts of those who oppose his tribe.
Turns out, [...]
I got out of the shower. I toweled off. I admired my perfectly sculpted body (if by “sculpted” you mean “sculpted to look like a slightly lumpy tree, or hill”) in the mirror. I kissed my guns. Literally. I pulled two .45s out of the medicine cabinet, and I made out with them.
Okay, that part [...]
Not far down the road from us — on a tiny back road, nestled in a copse of trees — is a little Italian restaurant. La Campagna. To be clear, our area is home to approximately 1.2 billion Italian restaurants, and most of them are of the “pizza and cheesesteaks” variety. Nothing wrong with that, [...]
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I don’t have any great insight into this year past.
It’s been a good year for the most part. Certainly more in the black than in the red.
Professionally, at least. Personally, it’s had a little rough-and-tumble, but even there, some shining spots.
No need to get too deep. At present, reflection is only going to slow me [...]
