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The Guy Who Ate his Mother

The Guy Who Ate his Mother

“You need to take this tour just like I did. Just show up. Tell them you’re in another class at the college. They don’t ask for school ID.”   My mom was pretty adamant. She had drawn the longer straw in which college she had chosen to...

Let’s Hear it for the Old Dads

Growing up with an old father makes a kid different in some ways.     I noticed a few years ago that I had something in common with almost all of my close male friends: We were products of older dads, usually ones who had married younger (in some cases much...
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...