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Dad Reaches his Bullshit Limit

Dad Reaches his Bullshit Limit

My dad could be flaky, but never quite flaky enough for it to matter. Sure, he could bullshit, but he wasn’t a master of the genre.     There’s a story about how after bankruptcy and divorce sent him fleeing New Jersey with his trophy-wife-to-be...

My Easter Post

Easter started as an adaptation of a pagan celebration. Many of the rituals we use in celebrating it are pagan. Thus, saying “Hey man, I’m pagan . . .” doesn’t get you off the hook. Look up the word in a dictionary sometime, if your mom has...
Smoking Saved my Life

Smoking Saved my Life

A motorcycle is an intensifier. Everything matters on a motorcycle, and motorcycling makes everything matter. Thus, it’s possible smoking saved my life. I never cared much about weather reports until I started riding. “Forecast says a little rain on the...
Healed by a Sambo’s Hot Dog

Healed by a Sambo’s Hot Dog

“Daddy,” I gasped, woozy-eyed. “I’m sick and only one thing can cure me.” I had a scratchy throat and the beginning of a headache. My nose was running. I knew what was coming. The only way to avert it: A pilgrimage to the holy site....