One might believe that a person who now attempts to squeeze out a living from writing would have something to say. A weekly blog? Who can’t pull that off? Me! A quick review of the electronic deliveries to the reader makes it evident that these posts come to you about every week and a…
I’ve looked down upon the sad-looking Red Wings for a couple of months. Late summer and early fall found them stowed on the floor of the backseat of my truck. They fit the bill as something that looked to have been “rode hard and put away wet.” After spending some time walking about in…
By today’s standards, what I believe to be exceptional isn’t at all. Comparisons tend to pale in comparison from one generation to the next. What I once felt was a stellar moment wouldn’t even move the needle for today’s youth. That doesn’t change my level of delight when I recall a simple joy. Not even…
Nothing that I write is going to make you furious. If I do, drop me a line. Let’s talk it through. This topic weighs heavily on me; I’ve written about it a few times. I’ve written about a lot of things a few times. I can count on two hands how many times I…
I avoid attempting to be philosophical about things. But I let too many things pass without being thankful. I was grateful for my rolling chest of tools late in the afternoon yesterday. A peaceful moment of contentment overwhelmed me when I went to the drawer and found the exact tool I needed for the chore…
A cop needs to remain neutral in many relationships. I can admit that over the years, I have sometimes enjoyed my time with suspects far more than the time I spent with the victims of crime. I’ve had multiple conversations with extremely competent police officers. Among them were those who would state an intense hatred…
It’s hard to tell all the stories, but not because I have difficulty sharing them. My concern is for the other humans involved. I am but a minor player in most of my tales. There are others present, and I need to respect them when I share with you, the reader. I have some in-person…
The dump runs have been far more than few, way more than many, and have put a slight strain on our relationship. Not a severe strain because we have laughed a lot about most of the low points; that keeps things healthy. Life-changing events at Chez Timmmay have included moving the long-term tenants to…
Openly admitting to the practice of Luddism in certain facets of my life is finally being embraced. I confess that I have taken steps to become ordained in the employment of a whisk broom rather than an electrified sucking machine when it came time to clean out the vestry and sanctuary of the F-250. We…
Ellie only wanted to sit amongst the fallen leaves, even as I prodded her to skitter down toward the woodline to do her business. She’s a stubborn animal and tends to cause me to be frustrated when I am in a hurry to do other things. I wasn’t late. Not yet. But I wanted…