It’s a big day. We are going to pick up groceries at two p.m. Some poor kid will wheel them to my truck in the face of frigid wind and stuff the bags in the back. It came to light that I should be quiet about how much I disliked grocery shopping when my server…
My new nest, next door in an empty apartment bedroom, is taking some time to get used to. The Significant One was here last week when I set it up. But I left it for a time to season. She’s back, taking meetings in the dining room, not too far from my most common seat…
It’s thrice fallen out of the freezer, regularly rebounding reminders that I’d better eat it. I keep at least one frozen pizza—just in case— at all times. But I only remember because my poorly packed icebox allows it to slide out, crashing to the floor regularly. I slip up occasionally and refer to the freezer…
Summer came, but somebody watered down a bit. I hope no one believes that I am complaining about the endless rain. The older you get, the more you appreciate it. When the sun broke through for a few minutes on the Fourth, and I felt the humidity rise, I concluded that all that rain hadn’t…
She was walking purposefully, and I could see her coming from about an eighth mile away. She appeared to be about my age, but I am only basing that on the silver streaks in her short hair; it reflected the early morning sunshine enough to conclude that hers was the same color as mine, but…
One cannot argue that the state of the planet is in disarray. No matter where you get your news, it’s clear that something went wrong along the way. Over the last few months, it’s been worse. How can that be? We can’t blame it all on the pandemic, politics, or improper interpersonal communication. We can…
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…
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…
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…
I’m not sure if it was my first, but it won’t be my last. The lack of specific directions on how to survive in retirement has allowed me to use trial and error; this was no error. I showered at noon. I went to work when I was fourteen, eight years old if you count…