Because the thought occurred now and it might be gone tomorrow
One should always strive to maintain a tentative peace with the neighbors, but as I’ve complained about before, I really dislike how a certain hippie neighbor (The Landscaper) pays no regard to his feral children running through my yard. Still, it’s a minor concern, so I let it go. The Landscaper is a landscaper, so …
Whenever I complained about any form of manual labor, dad was quick to remind me of his own youth, namely the pre-dawn cow-milking. Recently I had him iterate a favorite anecdote to Liz, regarding the drafty farm house and a glass of water on his nightstand freezing overnight. During the Lubbock years, a brilliant idea …
As a suburban father/husband, I just don’t have nearly the time to invest in playing video games as I want. Between soul-crushing white collar employment (in itself a decade-long pursuit and monumental achievement), maintaining a house from dilapidation, keeping my daughter alive, and writing books that no one will ever read, setting aside some time …
There’s two things I learned from having moved to the suburbs. First, everyone wants to meet me–not necessarily because people are interested in building their social network, but because I might be an axe murderer (more on this later), and admittedly that’s information I’d want to know about my new neighbor too. Second, older men …
As many from the older generation lament: they just don’t make ’em like they used to. Truth. There was indeed a point in American history when we actually had a proper manufacturing industry. And a core component of this industry was American steel. And in the height of steel’s influence, before petroleum-based plastics and outsourcing, …