Monthly Archives: July 2014

I could smell the fried chicken the minute I turned the corner onto our property. Rose’s fried chicken and biscuits was known across the county. I was so hungry after a day of following a horse and plow, I would’ve … Continue reading →

Needs a little work but I like this idea. Tell me what you think (and if you recognize the not-so-subtle inspiration). ——- Me and Rose was getting along fine in those days. We’d had a few years in a row … Continue reading →

Dave once said that the only thing he knows to do in times of sorrow and stress is to pick up his pen and start writing. I don’t have a pen right now. And my thumbs can’t move fast and … Continue reading →

Hey. Great to see you again. How’ve you been? Is so-n-so coming this year? Is there space left on top of the bus for my bike? Here’s some cold beer from where I’m from. Thanks. Here’s a Busch light. Cool. … Continue reading →

Busy packing and prepping tonight for Ragbrai. It’s funny how I’ve been prepping myself mentally and spiritually for weeks. And I was more ready a week or a few days ago than I am tonight. Weird. Had a lot on … Continue reading →

I once asked my writing professor if Facebook counts for my assignment to write daily. He said, flatly, no. I don’t think he understood the elegance and creativity with which my Facebook posts are filled. He couldn’t possibly have understood … Continue reading →

A dog doesn’t want much as far as we know.  Dinner.  Pets.  Lounging on human furniture.  At first glance, it seems that for a mute with no opposable thumbs and no command of any human language, the dog is pretty … Continue reading →

The difference this time around is that I will write every day. Not skipping 3 days then writing 4 times in a day. Your and my compromise is that this means sometimes I will start 4 or fewer minutes before … Continue reading →