Category archives: cogitations
Call and response
This is the very definition of a desperate email: To my New York friends- This is a long shot, but do any of you possess an unclaimed Columbia rain jacket? I may have left it behind during my visit. It… continue reading »
2011 -> 2012
Dear readers, I type this with blood flowing freely onto my white keyboard. 2012 has killed, the prime suspect of introducing my right index finger to a can of BPA-free black beans. I think we can agree that this has… continue reading »
Ulcerific
To those IRL (in real life), I’ve been gone two weeks. But to you, dear readers, I’ve been gone a whole month. My flight back to the doldrums was no cakewalk. 90 minutes aloft, in what resembled the agitating action… continue reading »
Terror twilight
You may want to skip this. Nobody likes hearing about dreams. I was living in something approximating the offspring of a mobile home and a house tent. Warnings of a dire storm had me battening down the hatches, zipping any… continue reading »
Here goes nothing
I‘m going to tell you that I’m in Wichita for the express purpose of attending my 10-year high school reunion. And you’re not going to believe me. I may have a screw loose. This is the whole enchilada; tailgating at… continue reading »