Life is unremitting hard labor, but then comes a simple handful of blueberries, ripe and delicious, making everything worthwhile for the moment.
Drink arrogant bastard ale, it makes your face go numb!
I have very few material items which I’d protect with deadly force, but you can have my fancy stainless steel barbecue grill that’s directly connected to the 3/4-inch gas main when you pry it from my singed and blackened fingers.
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Sir @ July 22, 2010 # 7 Comments
In the tenth circle of hell that is Branson, Missouri, there exists any number of things that attack the senses and flush good taste down the toilet. Imagine a place that caters to retirement-aged folks with a taste for sparkly shirts festooned with eagles carrying American flags and musical shows sporting people pretending to [...]
Sir @ April 15, 2010 # 5 Comments
The greatest golf course on which I’ve ever played involved sheep. About halfway down the western coast of Ireland lay the farthest point west that one can travel prior to falling into the ocean. The town there is called Dingle and the journey to the golf course requires driving toward the sea on [...]
Sir @ October 5, 2009 # 11 Comments
My grandmother recently turned 89 and is alone for only the second time in her life. The first time was following my grandfather’s untimely expiration, which was mere days before the wife of a former bridge partner decided to make her way to the beyond. The two surviving broken hearts found each other [...]
Sir @ September 23, 2008 # 16 Comments
My grandparents taught themselves how to golf in their 30s, making them late bloomers where the game is concerned. Within a few years of learning, they were beating everyone they played, winning competition after competition with the kind of ease that infuriates those who work relentlessly on their form. They started teaching me [...]
Sir @ July 9, 2008 # 15 Comments
Nearly every admirable trait that I developed growing up was acquired by watching and listening to my grandparents. Theirs is a pretty extraordinary story and one that I’ll no doubt provide snippets of here from time to time. My grandmother likes to tell me how, when I was just a wee lad [...]