A couple of months ago, the very shy 9-year old and his not quite as shy 7-year old cousin knocked on my back door. My back door is my office door behind which you're likely to find me anytime between... Read more →

Stop, he said. Just stop. Stop what you're doing and come out here. Why? I'm not done. Really, stop now, come out here. It was probably close to 2am and no one was done. Because he is Ben, I eventually... Read more →

April 22, 1971: Walt Kelly suggested that the enemy was us. He was talking about the state of the planet, but aren't human rights part of that state? I've been down this rabbit hole before and it's almost always the... Read more →

Abso-fucking-lutely no more reading of anything by anyone and C.S. Lewis has performed the triple hat trick of literature. EVERYONE is offended. I was a secular child raised by an atheist and a lapsed Methodist of the midwestern variety which... Read more →

On Sunday evening, April 13, 1980 I am in a car with my mother traveling from the drop zone to the bar where skydivers gather at the end of a jump day and I am exhausted. And probably no longer... Read more →

I'm not much for looking back these days. If we've parted ways and I've processed what needs processing, I don't give the past much thought without good reason. Sometimes the door gets nailed shut because any sort of engagement is... Read more →

I'm watching my team slog through the final stages of data validation and user acceptance prior to a thrice delayed go live and I'm blasted by the noise. There's very little I can do for them other than track progress,... Read more →

Carlos Mario Ronaldo - Clan Kilmouski He's an old school cat and I didn't name him and he didn't really have a name, except maybe Fat Tail. Which is not true but I get the point. He might reasonably be... Read more →

It was funny on Friday morning. I mean REALLY funny, right up until it wasn't. He wobbled, he lurched, he fell over, and he got up again. He landed cone side down, muscled himself upright, and picked up his dignity.... Read more →

Pete's been eating again. During the day he samples small craft batches of chunky cat broth. We've finally agreed on a meal delivery system that works for both of us; I slide two tablespoons of bespoke-goo into his cave, he... Read more →