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 →


In 1997 I was not the only woman in the room but I was definitely outnumbered. However, 1997 was a grand improvement over 1992 and I was starting to feel better about it. Maybe more comfortable? I definitely thought it... Read more →


I remember those jeans. Gap, circa 1998 and I never found another pair like them. They were retired in 2012, knees ripped out and patched at least twice, faded to almost-white, and definitely threadbare. The shirt is unremarkable if you... Read more →


I had 12 hours to kill in 1992 between check-out and the flight from Phoenix to New York. I decided to drive to the Grand Canyon. I stood on Mather's Point and cried. First, I felt insubstantial, insignificant, and lost... Read more →


I've been stalking their site since I got here and for the most part it looked like they'd rolled up that fine, fine floor and made out for the territories. Not coming back. COVID killed the radio star and the... Read more →