PopcornJackTerry

It may seem like a hair splitting difference, but there is something that I find funny but I don’t know if I find it funny yet. I see the humor that is inherent in it all. I was laughing when I told my brother, but I also crying and pretty much semi-hysterical most of the… Continue reading July 26, 2014

I need to stop trying to wake up on Sundays. I used to do it all the time. When I lived with my brother and his family I would get up every Sunday. In fact, it was the one morning each week I routinely set my alarm. Granted, it helped that he was the minister… Continue reading November 15, 2015

(For those of you who read the first installment, I’ve added names. Dave and Barbara are the couple and Carl is the visitor. If you haven’t, you can read it here.) The kids, having buried the Pop-Tarts in their stomach with eggs, bacon and toast, had run back outside to continue whatever came Carl had… Continue reading September 27, 2015

Waking to the smell of coffee brewing represented so many small victories for him that he decided to do nothing but lay there with his eyes closed and enjoy the moment. Truth was there was no actual competition; such would indicate a prize for the winner and a penalty for the loser, but here the… Continue reading September 19, 2015

My oatmeal never comes out the same way. It isn’t something that happens intentionally. Every day I do the same thing: grab the pot, put in the water, bring it to a boil, add the oatmeal, turn it down, stir, let it sit and pour it into the bowl. Some days it looks more like… Continue reading April 22, 2015

Brian Williams is in some deep doo-doo. Naturally, lots of people have lots to say about this, so allow me to add my two-cents worth, even though ultimately this blog is about something else other than Brian Williams. It seems to me from what I have read about this – and I admit it is… Continue reading February 8th, 2015

In the late 90’s I lived in NYC and worked with a guy named Keith. He and I were both easily distracted, so many of our conversations would end up so far off topic that, once we realized it, we would have to stop and work our way backwards to what the original point of… Continue reading December 22, 2104

I’ve been doing a lot of writing lately. I think that’s important for many reasons, not the least of which is it seems disingenuous to identify myself as a writer if I’m not actually, you know, writing. Otherwise you end up having conversations like this; “What do you do?” “I’m a plumber.” “That’s nice. You… Continue reading December 19, 2014

You gotta feel for the moths. I’m pretty sure at no point in their evolutionary process did they raise their hands – okay, wings –  and say “Yeah, we’re good with being the bastard stepchildren of butterflies.” Think about it. Butterflies are these beautiful, lithe creatures that everybody “oohs” and “aahs” about on a summer’s… Continue reading December 6, 2014

“If no one comes back from the future to stop you, how bad an idea can it be?” I wish I could take credit for that, but it’s a piece of internet graffiti I’ve seen a few different places. I guess you could say it’s the Facebook generation’s equivalent of “ask forgiveness, not permission” –… Continue reading December 4, 2014