As I was reminded by Facebook Memories, had any of this been normal, The OldOld Man would be headlining a local Veterans Day luncheon event or two back home, again, in Indiana. A little grub at the Rotary Club. A little dessert at his retirement community. A long nap after. But those events are cancelled, […]
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World War II vets fly free to Washington DC to see their war memorials thanks to Honor Flight. My OldOld Man is going on one.
In a few days, the #OldOld Man will be flying with many of his fellow World War II vets to Washington D.C. to visit the memorials from their war. They will be helped on the flight, have full medical staff available at all times, be driven around, and get three squares and a cot. The […]
And that’s enough football for awhile
It’s a stoop night here in East Bay. Valley breeze & an incredible sundown from the west; Supermoon in the east. All things beautiful, but I’m trying to shake off the guilt over not watching either Sunday Night or Monday Night Football. It sounds a bit weird, but when sports is a primary way to […]
Finding a place to earn the name Finn
It’s 2am. I’m playing with pool up in Duneland with some local friends and semi-pros who I feel threatened by, both in talent and in the feared proximity to their armaments. I’m here with some good guys who let me play trivia with them on occasion, but in the same breath they still don’t know […]
“Back in the neighborhood / workin’ for the Savior”
For the last decade or so I have had two refuges: the OldOld Man’s family home in Southwest Florida & the pad up in Duneland belonging to one of my two childhood best friends, 5 minutes from Lake Michigan. Those refuges recharged me, refueled me, refocused me and kept me on the path to whatever […]
Best blue cheese cheeseburger in NWIndiana updates & my Spring 2013 trip to Southwest Florida
To give an update on the Blue Cheese Cheeseburger endeavor: I’m heading back to Southwest Florida for about a month or so. It looks like I’m leaving the 26th of February. The OldOld Man is coming home early this year. With his birthday, family visits and his early departure time, travel plans have been expedited. […]
“It’s just these simple things that keep me holding on.” It’s Just These Little Things Driving Me Crazy
Project 03 isn’t about any trek towards the fortune 500. It isn’t about fame and it isn’t about fortune so much as it’s about freedom of choice and to not whither away behind a desk as the world runs by. It’s about the simple things: A breath of fresh aireA chance to work out on […]
Father’s Day – The Summer of 210,000 Words Can Wait a Few Hours
It’s about an hour until the OldOld Man comes and picks up me and my mother for Sunday dinner. We’ll be sneaking down back roads out in the country as we head out to some out-of-the-way place to eat dinner and watch the water roll on by. We don’t do it because it’s Father’s Day. […]
The Return Flight Home
I’m on Southwest Flight 138 in Fort Myers, headed for Chicago w a stop in St Louis. And my judgment is skewed, subjected to my bittersweetness of leaving oldold man Finn, my love for my second home – Ft. Myers, Margaritaville – and claustrophobic barriers being pummeled by an unusual selection of self-centered passangers not […]
“And I Turned 21 in Prison, Doing Life without Parole”
So, back in Fort Myers, I was falling asleep on the couch after another Saturday night dinner as oldold man Finn watched The Lawrence Welk Show. An uncommon occurrence indeed. Somewhere ’round the end of “Huckabee” I woke up with a tune in my head. I thought the tune was played on The Lawrence Welk […]