Wed. 8/8/2018 It is with great pleasure that I begin this journal to record our journey east to the wilderness alternatively called Jellystone or Yellowstone. Admittedly, I, at first, didn’t quite understand why we wanted to risk life and limb… Read More ›
Beer
Will Run (more or less) for Beer!
I just ran part of a mile. It was epic. It was horrible. It was a literal pub crawl. I realize that running part of a mile isn’t overly impressive but, for me, it’s a major accomplishment. I’m out of… Read More ›
Coffee. Beer. Coffee-Beer.
There are a number of wonderful things about living in Portland Oregon, not least of which is the pervading ideal of trying to be different, or, as is often said here, weird. The people of Portland do, in fact, work… Read More ›
38 Years to Life
I was perusing Yahoo! news this morning and came across an article about funny/mean things that people have put on tombstones and I was reminded that my birthday is this week. I’m turning 38. For those of you who are… Read More ›
Travelogue: My Midwest Adventure – The Rest of the Story
Day two started with a search for coffee in the great city of Detroit (which I did in fact purchase the night before – Detroit, not the coffee). I was curious what the city would look like in the daylight… Read More ›
Lunch is on Me
Now that I’ve divulged my secret struggle with shoelaces I feel the need to share more about my inner-most feelings. With that said here is another confession: I hate it when people buy me lunch. Actually, it’s not just lunch,… Read More ›
Travelogue – San Diego – Day 5
Day five. Woke up. Hit snooze. Woke up. Hit snooze. Need coffee. Got coffee. Got breakfast. Got dressed. In that order, oops! Loaded the car. Loaded the coolers. Loaded the ibuprofen. Wishing I was loaded. Interstate 5. Many miles. Kids… Read More ›
Travelogue – San Diego – Day 3
7:07 a.m. – No alarm again. My heart grows weary from my forgetfulness. I guess a shower is in order. 7:42 a.m. – Coffee! If I am to make it through the day I will need a steady stream of this… Read More ›
T’was the Night of the Triple Bock
Staying in the same vein as my last post, The Meaning of the Word Pals, the following poem was written to memorialize the drinking of a 14-year old Triple Bock with my wife and four other pals (one of whom was… Read More ›
Less Water – Great Taste
A faithful reader sent me a link today (http://eatocracy.cnn.com/2013/02/27/beer-drinkers-make-case-that-anheuser-busch-waters-down-brews/) regarding an obvious abuse of our legal system in the form of a class-action lawsuit against the great American beer company Anheuser-Bush for allegedly watering down their beer. It is disturbing… Read More ›