Former police detective writes about life, death, and coffee.
Me sitting outside on the patio trying to do some writing: Lauren - What are you writing dad? Me- Stuff. Lauren- It better not be about me. Me- It isn't. Leave me alone. A huge owl swoops over the street just outside our gate. Lauren- Was that an owl? Me- No, it was a bat.... Continue Reading →
One of my daughters is very prone to anxiety. To make matters worse, she in particular has always been anxious of end of the world scenarios. Her dreams are made up of zombies, tsunamis, viruses, supernovas, or nuclear wars. So, this coronavirus thing is taking its toll. And like it is in most cases, it's... Continue Reading →
From the Blonde Moments file (Conversations with my daughter) Leaving the grocery store: Lauren- Why did we have to pay for this stuff? Me- What? Why wouldn't we? Lauren- Uh...World War Z, Contagion, I Am Legend, Zombieland. No one pays for their stuff during a pandemic. Everyone knows this. We were cheated. Me- Yeah, I... Continue Reading →
Feeling it today.
This is the 4th coffee shop I have sat in in the last hour. I can’t seem to find my focus today. That’s a rare thing for me. Granted I have less important things to do nowadays, so focusing is not a life and death issue anymore, but still, it’s a rare (and unwelcome) thing. I don’t like it.
I walked out of the first coffee shop for no reason. No reason at all. Walked in then out and got back on the road. Nothing felt wrong about it. Just walked out. The second shop I went to I had not been to in a long time. It was kind of busy. A couple of groups of girls talking at the edges. Some guys standing by the door talking to each other, stalling to get out of there. I walked up to the counter to order but then stopped. Suddenly…
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Lauren- That's racist! Me- You keep using that word. I don't think that word means what you think it means. That's racist! At times, when looking for a new breakfast place to eat at, we will walk into a place and check it out. Now I used to be a detective so I don't have... Continue Reading →
Met a couple of old friends the other day for dinner that I had not seen in a lifetime. We all wore older faces, but it was still us. When I saw them I still saw the kids we once were and the memories of us were still there. We had not seen each other... Continue Reading →
"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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