Why do I write? I want everyone to like me. It's healthy to recognize that and not take it out on others.
RQ buries the lede, at first on attack, then pleading for prayer. Is he deranged?
At over 2,700 acres, NYC’s largest park is Pelham Bay Park.
Some people + common decency = NOT THERE.
Spending the hottest day of the year in Far Rockaway, Queens.
Walking “the Canadian way” can be dangerous.
Unless you’re cremated, somewhere, there’s a casket destined to take you underground.
Let’s see what they mean.
A place to contemplate loss and recovery.
River runs through the mind of the prolific Baltimore tweeter.
Strength in what remains behind.
Please pray for my cousin Bennington.
A sailor of great professional skill and courage, he was proud, arrogant, and self-righteous.
There’s death on the installment plan.
Modern life amidst the hot takes and heartbreaks of Late Cancel Culture Capitalism.
Paleocon Diarist (#192).
To be trusted by Julio was nearly as great an honor as human love.
Sick and tired of professional character assassination.
You smile, talk a little, laugh, and then you bid goodbye.
Paleocon Diary (#191).
The company knows exactly what they need.
Writing and recording poems every week for a newborn daughter.
Dad was a humble giant, at least to his five sons.
I’m an old cowhand.
As a teenager, I was a walking zit.
The brilliant Absolut Vodka advertising hustle of the late-1980s.
I don’t scream for ice cream.
American social polarization is exaggerated.
Ninety-Nine percent of baseball fans don’t care if a free agent inks deal for $100 or $140 million.
Black eyes are going around like the flu.