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...