In the Bunker

I don’t have a dog.  I also don’t have a cat.  Or birds.  I was at a party this weekend where the owners had so many birds in their bathroom I was waiting for Alfred Hitchcock as I washed my … Read the rest

The Way Forward

I don’t care what stage of life I’m in.

At one point, I always feel like this ol’Hudson I saw today on the side of the road. (No Photoshop, people, but surely some crazy welder was involved.)

Just sitting there … Read the rest