So, I’m re-writing this post. Bluehost, the web-hosting company I use, went down for two days because of a bad server database. They lost my previous post on Neil Armstrong, as well as some other posts. They told me they are very sorry. I think I need to find a new web-hosting site. “Armstrong?” some…
I’m writing the draft of what you’re reading with a Sharpie on canvas. Tony’s house. There’s only have art supplies to write with. Everyone else is outside smoking now. I’m refraining. I tell people I’m training for a marathon. But really, I’m just running a lot. I’m procrastinating deciding when and where and which marathon…
We knew our cousin Joey was an Armstrong. But he proved it when over an Xbox game he was playing against his brother he said, “Okay, I’ll be there in three hours.” Tyler and I had made it to Portland and were staying with our Aunt JoAnn. Joey and his wife live near Seattle. But…
We’re here. One of my favorite places. My grandpa’s assisted living center. I’m don’t mean it sarcastically. Staying here (and this isn’t my first time) beats any accommodation. The people here are awesome. When I’m old, I’m going to be as crazy as I can. Even if I am completely lucid, I will feign a mild…
Recently, I entertained taking a job that would have had me directing an office tasked with registering un-registered voters of disadvantaged economic backgrounds. It would have focused on African American communities. While debating whether or not to accept the position, I mentioned the gig to a few friends and family. What surprised me was the…
It wasn’t supposed to happen. I did everything I could to avoid it. I generously budgeted the precious commodity–time–to have plenty of it to spend with friends grabbing a last beer, or final coffee, a closing conversation, a definitive night of debauchery etc., where we could all sigh nostalgically and offer mutual allowences of how…
