The Gym

The Gym

Seriously, who needs to be able to walk up a flight of stairs? I sure don’t! Now that I go to the gym and my body has decided on mutiny, I’ve come to realize that there are a lot of really “extra” things I was accustomed to in my...
A post about drugs and a bathroom

A post about drugs and a bathroom

Part One The following are photos of the posters I have up on my wall in my office. Take a look. Do you notice a problem here? Look at them again, and then review in your mind what I do for a living. And what my last name is. Yes, that’s right. my friend Jennie,...
Father’s Day Song

Father’s Day Song

I forgot my razor in Utah. Because that’s how I roll. (Did I ever explain that after taking the train to Portland I drove 14 hours in the car with my brothers and parents to Utah and that’s where I visited my grandma?) Wife ran and bought me one (thus...
Musings on a Great Lady

Musings on a Great Lady

I’m sitting in an airport now. In Phoenix. Because nothing makes more sense when flying from Salt Lake City, Utah to Seattle, Washington than to take a quick pit stop in Arizona, which is precisely the opposite direction of my destination. Thank you Expedia.  Why...
The “Train”

The “Train”

I’m on my way to Portland because my grandma’s not doing too hot and my family’s getting together to be with her. I was supposed to take the train. I love the train. It’s serene, and they play a movie, and it’s beautiful to watch the Great Northwest through your...