More snow. Feh. The sun god Tonatiuh is angry. Let us feed him the hearts of American auto industry executives and beg his forgiveness in order that spring may return.
I’m not quite certain what to think about the feds getting all medieval on Detroit. I don’t have any sympathy for The Big 3’s management — [...]
If you kept a journal or diary as a young person, do yourself a favor and feed it at once into the nearest shredder, wood stove or fireplace. Do not, under any circumstances, open it and begin reading. That way lies madness.
In 1974, when I was a copy boy at the Colorado Springs Sun, George [...]
One of the downsides of growing older is that some of your friends don’t. Donna Frances Shawcroft died in her sleep a week ago today, and her friends and family are saying goodbye to her this morning in Grand Junction.
Donna and her husband, Doug, a.k.a. Mudbone, were part of the crowd I ran with in [...]
Happy birthday to me. My present upon turning 55 was getting to shovel a half block of snow; a neighbor got the other half. We’re the only semi-able-bodied men on this side of the street, so we tag-team snow removal on behalf of those less mobile.
As blizzards go this was pretty weak stuff, though the [...]
Well, not so much. Not in our little corner of Bibleburg, anyway. Heavy, blinding, wind-driven snow for a short spell, and now we’re left with some really icy side streets between us and the grog shops and grocers. Happily, I did my shopping around 8:30 this morning and even squeaked in a half-hour run before [...]
Seven weeks after the shit monsoon, the basement is 99 percent finished. Drywall, carpet, vinyl and tile all have been installed and Herself’s office and bathroom resurrected. All we’re waiting on is a special-order door for the loo. Until it arrives, Herself will have to endure visitations from Turkish and Mia Sopaipilla while she is [...]
Lance Armstrong and I have something in common, in addition to brains, good looks and wealth — we both waited until our 30s to break a collarbone.
I was 35 and getting set to start my first real season as a bicycle racer when I laid it down on March 7, 1989, on the road to [...]
Mondays always remind me of work, a recurring affliction that gives me a painful rash on the frontal lobes. And today was no exception.
First, I had to give up on trying to make a cheap USB 2.0 wireless adapter work with this elderly MacBox, which has been limping along for years with a Bronze Age [...]
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