Category Archive: Rant
Hey Brett-GO TO BED!!
I feel strange writing about Brett Favre. I have not wanted to really ever write about sports, save the for brilliance of Bobby Bowden or the metaphysical brilliance of Roy Jones, Jr., but I have had enough. I have had enough of this constant onslaught of this man and his never-ending string of manipulation at the expense of the people of this great state. Just a few months ago, I stood in County Market, and I cried. At 37, I cried as we all listened to the press conference played over the PA. Grown men …
Sidewalk Etiquette
This was made in jest and is full of unfair generalizations…enjoy!
Since starting work downtown last year, I have been baffled at the omission of sidewalk etiquette. I have proudly lived in the area for most of my years, but for some reason there is general confusion on which side to walk on. There are obstacles (read: people) that may toss this rule to the wayside. Just a few examples:
The Power Packs: During the lunch hour rush, groups of people like to walk together. I understand the pack mentality; it has been around for years. But when 3-4 …
The Demolition of Scott Street
Today apparently marks the end of Scott Street Pub, for real. No hope. The talking is over. The walls will fall. I guess I have no idea what happens next. All this talk of the city growing and prospering, and what direction we are going on, made me look at the way our city treats people.
First Tracks in 2008
As I sit here on this New Year’s morning, lost in the love of my keyboard, I am faced with questions, and answers, and predictions, and more questions. So I thought I would jump in the pool first, and be the first idiot to take on our virtual Polar Bear Plunge of 2008. A veritable cacophony of randomness brought on by long hours of no work, loss of mental stimulation, and overall sitting still for way too long.
We Can Learn Much From Drunk Dials
I have this disease late at night sometimes, involving alcohol and the telephone. I get drunk, and I drive my wife away with breath like mustard gas and roses. And then, speaking gravely and elegantly into the telephone, I ask the telephone operators to connect me with this friend or that one, from whom I have not heard in years.
Smashing Pumpkins
An Open Letter to the Presumably Young Vandals Who Smashed My Kids’ Pumpkins
Dear Miscreants,
A few days ago, we took our kids, ages 4 & 2, to Helene’s Hilltop Orchard to choose pumpkins to carve into their first-ever jack-o-lanterns. The kids went on a hayride that we thoroughly enjoyed while other passengers endured my son’s excited shouts about being driven by a real tractor. After enjoying a snack of apple dumplings and chocolate milk, my sugar-fueled kids ran around the pumpkin patch while Grandma helped them choose the perfect pumpkin. It was just the type of perfect fall day I had …