Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
"That's good chicken." When we were younger my brother would call every meat "chicken". He'd take a bite out of burger? That's good chicken. He'd eat some fajitas or ribs? That's good chicken. Of course we got tired of correcting him and he loved how it annoyed us so much that when we... Continue Reading →
#1 Where's Christmas? I have been walking a lot lately. Wasn't my idea. Doc said I really should, something about making it to my next birthday or something like that. I wasn't really listening. But that's not my point. Point is that I have been walking a lot lately and I just now noticed that... Continue Reading →
On being a dad.
When my daughter Lauren was very young she would, on occasion, get in trouble. And by on occasion I mean quite frequently. And by quite frequently I mean almost every day. And by that I mean every single day. It’s not that she was a bad child, she just liked to test her limits. And by test her limits I mean she was a bad child.
When she did get in trouble, she had habit of over reacting. I would send her to her room and she would stomp all the way there, kicking and screaming and crying for reasons I am sure that even she was not aware of. She was a real drama queen. At some point, if she was really upset, she would sit on her bed and sing a song while crying. It would go something like “Lonely, I’m so lonely. I have nobody, to call…
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Thinking about the beach today…
“I have the worlds largest collection of seashells. I keep it scattered on beaches all over the world. Perhaps you’ve seen it?” -Stephen Wright
On a recent trip to the beach, I sat by the water watching my oldest sister looking for seashells. It was a sight I have seen many times since I was very little, beginning with my mom on our family trips to South Padre Island off the coast of Texas, and continuing later with my own family on the same beach. Back then two things were always part of our trips to the beach- the sand in our food and the desire to collect seashells and bring them home. Though now there are rarely times when we eat right on the beach, we still always look for seashells. It’s a part of the beach experience that has never left us, even though there seems to be…
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I could be in church right now. This very moment. The church I go to has services between 10:45 a.m. and 12 p.m. and right now it's just minutes before that starts. It's just a mile or two away. It's the church I went to when I was young. It was my mother's church. But... Continue Reading →
My oldest brother died back in 2015 at the age of 72. He loved to laugh. He would have gotten a kick at some of the things I overheard at his funeral. "We are all on a train in life. None of us chose to get on this train but this is where we find... Continue Reading →
A bad day at fishing is nearly as good as a good day doing just about anything else. - Me When I was real young I would sit with my dad on the old pier (the old causeway bridge) at South Padre Island, Texas and watch the tip of our fishing rods. That was, as... Continue Reading →
I walked into a Starbucks today for the first time in forever. Nothing has changed. Why do I do this to myself?
Ladies, I have a question. When did the world run out of pants for women? I mean they still have some right? You know, the kind with buttons, zippers, and pockets? Or were they outlawed and I missed the memo?
I don’t hate yoga pants. I really don’t. I won’t let my daughter wear them but that’s me. I just find it strange that I am pretty sure that every women I have ever seen in yoga pants probably doesn’t do yoga. They just wear the yoga pants. Seriously, what’s wrong with real pants?
There are these 4 ladies that come in to one of the Starbucks I frequent always wearing yoga pants. They are usually together with at the most one of them missing. They are all in their late 20’s or early 30’s, all very pretty, and none of them do yoga (they look too damn stuffy and…
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This is my dog. Her name is Jessica. It's official. I now know more dogs by name than I know people in my neighborhood. About time too. Not that I talk to the dogs anymore than I do the people. I don't. But dogs names are easier to remember and real dog people get a... Continue Reading →
