I didn’t ride my bicycle to school everyday. If Melody had something to do after school or I was running late I took the bus. The characters had changed since I was […]
41. We Rock At Dawn On the Front Line
The Basic Why It Matters Restaurant Desktop
Required: One (1) Notebook Two (2) Beverages Three (3) Uniball Pens Unrelated reading material Sketchbook (in bag) 160gb iPod Optional: Ideas Motivation Dessert
“Why It Matters” Meets Under the Gum Tree
I’m delighted to announce that one of my “Why It Matters” pieces has been published in the premier edition of Under the Gum Tree, a literary magazine dedicated to creative non-fiction. It’s […]
Deep Cuts: Stop Time and Turn Up the Radio Songs
I have 33,000 songs in my pocket. I can go for three months, twenty-four hours per day and not listen to the same song twice; well, at least not the same version. […]
40. To Learn How To Love And Forget How To Hate
During the summer after eighth grade we spent a week at Disney World in Florida. My father bought some sort of package deal that included a campsite, park tickets, and three meals […]
Warrant’s Lead Singer Dies
I lived within walking distance of the famous Sunset Strip at the tail end of the Hair Metal Eighties. This should have been a huge thrill for me, but I wasn’t a […]
39. That Sleepwalk Should Be Over By Now
My first bicycle was a sixth birthday present: A blue Montgomery Ward knockoff of a Schwinn Stingray; sissy bar and ape hanger handlebars; a black banana seat with a white racing stripe. […]
Deep Cuts: Ten Covers Done Right
Sure every garage band when I was growing up played “Freebird,” but that doesn’t mean they played it well or brought anything new to the table. That’s what makes a good cover […]
38. What Song Is It You Want to Hear?
My first major breakup didn’t even involve me. My sister dumped Mike, no doubt for valid hell-raising reasons, but without considering me. How was I supposed to find my path to the […]
37. Loneliness Will Haunt You, Will You Sacrifice?
Moravia, Iowa is a small farm town. It was even smaller back in 1920, but it grew by one with arrival of a baby boy named Otis. I imagine he was a […]
