September 2011
3 posts
Dear Ice Cream...
Dear Ben and Jerry’s Late Night Snack,
Tonight, I walked home from the grocery store in the rain — droplets beading up on my green onions, trailing down the shrink wrapped plastic covering my ground beef. It was the preverbal pickle on my crap sandwich of a day — the maple syrup on my stack of poopcakes if you will.
After almost being plowed down by an emaciated hipster with...
Obsession moment: field peas
Dear friends, readers, Romans, grandparents and countrymen,
I do recall that in a past post I said that I would not abandon my blog for weeks at a time ever again unless it was due to a family crisis or the reunification of my favorite band, The White Stripes. I’m happy to say that my family is fine; I’m incredibly sad to say that Jack White has decided to cover Mozart with the...
On the road again
The year isn’t through, but already my mama and I have driven as many miles as a Willie Nelson tour minus the pigtails and illegal substances.
Thankfully, on our latest voyage to and from Cleveland to visit my little brother at Case Western Reserve University where he is studying more important things like how to put whoozits and whatzits of the world together, we ate at my...
