Monthly Archives: August 2019

The Call is Coming from Inside the House

It’s coming from the refrigerator, to be specific. If this is what it’s like to be an alcoholic, then thank God I’m not one. I’d be living under a bridge for sure. What’s the methadone equivalent for sugar?

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Curiousity and Learning

I’m a lifetime learner, but apparently I need some remedial education on curiousity. For instance, I never should have tried the sausage burrito sold out of a shack next to my office building. They have homemade salsa, which creates a … Continue reading

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My Own Private Wormhole

You can’t get there from here. It’s an old joke, but all too true for me. I’ve visited Jack’s Peak Park at least 6 times, but never by the same route, despite the fact that there’s only 1 road to … Continue reading

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