Let’s See What’s Around This Next Corner

Perhaps it is in my blood. I don’t really know. My father was the youngest of seven children born in Monroe County, Kentucky. For some reason, he decided to join the US Navy and see the world. So, he up and wandered off, and ended up marrying a Southern California...

Yes, I’m THAT Guy

Have you ever been on the bus or train or plane and there is this one guy that talks to everyone? He doesn’t seem to have a clue that you just want to be left alone. You’re sitting there in your seat, telling yourself over and over in your head while you hunch over...

Mr. President, Your Table Is Ready

I still dream. There is not another way to look at it. I refuse to be strictly an adult. I still believe those words my mother told me several times a week as a precocious child bundled up heading off to school: You can be whatever you want to be when you grow up. My...

Being Called “Doc” Is One of the Greatest Honors

There exists a different world that many people never see, and even fewer understand. Growing up as a Navy Brat—and this is a term of fondness and affection—installed many things within my character that I carry to this day. I make friends quickly…but we can drift...

Suck It Up, Buttercup!

I have intentionally entered into several agreements where I willfully subject myself to the opinion of others. They are called writing critique groups. “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It...

Does Beano Work on Fiber Bars?

I wonder if my son is going to remember events like I do. He may decide to change around some of the memories to fit whatever moment he needs. But here’s how it went down. My son and I embarked on a road trip two years ago, heading to the little-less-than-scenic...