The first two chapters in the Book of Blues Prequel have been completed. Two chapters in and I already have to tweak my Book of Blues to tie them together seemlessly. But I’m excited. I have the Book of Blues Prequel outline sketched and within a couple pages of writing, I’ve already went to a […]
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That Do Something Else
In beat with previous concessions, instead of lacing up walking shoes and working up a sweat, I’m engaged in OldOld man Finn’s favorite long-standing Saturday Night tradition: watching The Lawrence Welk Show My aunt is grumbling over the fact that there’s still 20 minutes to go. My mom is pointing out the comb-overs: “poor guys.” […]
Lighthouse of Indirect Approaches
I overslept, missed the ride to Sanibel Island and so instead of swimming in the gulf of Mexico, I’m catching up on episodes of CSI while I wait for the heat of the day pass on by. Man, Peterson leaving the show. Besides him being a Cubs fan, he can stoneface bad pre-show puns like […]
In the Reflective Spirit of Christmas
In the spirit of great Christmas traditions of yesteryear, the morning started out with a festive Christmas breakfast of omlets, crouissants, coffee cakes n fruit salads. I would have shared more if I had woken up and partken in the meal. After a quick snacking catchup, I put on the holiday essentials and trekked out […]
Instant Christmas Is Gonna Get You
The Finns were sitting in the pews waiting for the Christmas Eve evening service to start when I noticed that the congregation kept requesting obscure pre-service hymns that were on pages that were prime numbers, “Page 41,” and “Page 67,” and 53, 43… It triggered my impish side. I was wondering playful nitpickity things like, […]
The Mucky Duck, Captiva Island. Family Mecca. Great places to let the guard down.
Jimmy Buffet’s slide guitar intro to “Tin Cup Chalice” looped in my head as I slid out of the backseat of my grandfather’s classic Grand Marquis and beelined for the shore, hastily taking snapsots of The Mucky Duck Inn as I raced towards its iconic western shore. PS: I forgot to ask the revolvoing door […]
But My Guard Wasn’t Down
After an hour and a half of being cheated out of victories of Crazy 8’s by an opponent who would draw instead of playing her 8s – way to go, ma – we started seeing our beautiful Mecca: a fading sun sparkling off the gulf waters. Then I saw some islands…but my guard wasn’t down. […]
A letter to the saxophone player outside Busch Stadium who had his tip box free-kicked downstreet.
One hour layover in St. Louis, MO. A Cubs fan’s worst nightmare, aside from them losing here. At least this time I’ll be leaving the airport in an airplane. Last time I was at Lambert-St. Louis International Airport, I was rented car and drove back to Chicago. See, I was at a Cubs-Cardinals game 2.5 […]
Now Boarding
We board in ten minutes. I’m starting to relax a little, but the competitor in me won’t let me celebrate put my feet into the sand n water if the gulf shores. I’m still tense enough to the point that when I went to the bathroom a few minutes ago, I looked for my work […]
On the bus
I’m finally on the way to Ft. Myers, Margaritaville. It’s ten to 8 on a bright, frozen 8-degree morning. Perfect NFL weather, but not for riding a shuttle bus to Chicago Midway International Airport. Couple that with the fact the bus driver has us taking backroads through Gary to get to the next station… I […]