Spend Time In Uranus, You’ll Like It, Maybe
WARNING – The following contains material that may not be suitable for any audiences and includes childish, moronic humor. Remember, you clicked on this shit. So I left one full day open this week...
Category: Contemplations
A Promise Made, A Promise Kept
I am happy to report that I made it to Michigan in time to take Stefan to his first football game as a University of Michigan student. Life is good. Life is really, really...
RV Black Tank – When The Shit Gets Real
This was it. This was the day I did my first black tank dump. Images of horror filled my head as I pictured Robin Williams from the movie RV covered from head to toe...
Take It Easy, The Journey Is Just Beginning
I transferred from a community college in Anchorage, Alaska to UCLA my Junior year. One of my favorite experiences was attending football games at the Rose Bowl on warm Southern California days. I would...
Soft Serve – Possibly The Most Extraordinary Dessert Ever Made
One of my fondest memories from childhood was on a camping trip to the Ozarks when I was a little boy. We stopped at a roadside stand for soft serve and the chocolate cone...
What A World If We Only Took Responsibility
I promise I will do my best not to do this frequently, but I need to stand on a soapbox and preach for a moment. Wildlife I was driving the other day and saw...
Cooking With The Chronics!
I enjoy cooking. Before I got sick I used to take a cooking class every month at Sur la Table. Over the years I built up quite a nice cookbook of recipes. When you...
Attack Of The Stuckagain Heights Grizzly!
Holy shit!!! I learned a few things today when a large brown bear charged us from 20 feet away. Every cell in your body is capable of screaming “RUN!!!” at the same time. (I...
The Nuggets We Find If We Just Look Around
When we first moved to Anchorage in the early 70’s there was a biker bar named Chilkoot Charlie’s, or Koots as it is affectionately known. If a shooting or stabbing on a weekend night...
Found My Childhood Out Of The Corner Of My Eye
On really special Saturdays, starting when I was six years old, my mother would drop me off at the Fireweed Theaters with $1.25, just enough for a movie, popcorn and souvenir soda (when souvenir...
