Entries
Tones of Home
The Case for a Fond Memory
Snark Attack!
Bowing to the Antiki Gods
T'was the Week before Christmas
Home, Sweet, Home
Heavy Handed Memories
A simple enough assignment on the surface: pack up and organized my dad’s belongings. Dad was not a hoarder, not ever much of a collector. He did have several fields of interest that he enjoyed and since moving to our …
Independent Thought
Amazing Graze
Dog-Gone-It!
That’s it! I’ve had just about enough and can takes no more. First, let me state as a disclaimer that I like and enjoy dogs (I’ve owned several of the Alpo-munching creatures myself) and some of my best friends have …
Where Do We Go From Here?
The Strain of the Rain
Reflecting On the Oughts
Requiem for a Turkey
The beginning of the holiday season and it’s Thanksgiving in Scripps Ranch. The trimmings are sliced, diced, racked, stacked, made, and splayed. They wait patiently and know well their supportive role. Leaving the spotlight for the star…the bird, who butterballs …
Blocking Up the Scenery
So, I’m strolling through Scripps Ranch the other day. I pass by Hoyt Park and notice a sign that I’m sure I’ve seen many times before. This time, though, it strikes me differently. The sign reads: Organized Sports Are Prohibited …
Hawaii-Five-H-2-O
A World of Doubt
I was hungry. It was Tuesday night. The Jack-in-the-Box on Scripps Poway Parkway was open. The circumstances were just right for one of my favorite scenarios: boy meets burger, boy falls in love with burger, boy devours burger! After making …
Can We Be Trusted?
Who Cares?
Far Side of the Lake