I have tried not to date myself thus far in my endeavors in the literary sphere, but a very important birthday is quickly creeping up behind me, and I feel the need to share some perspective on its significance. So here goes… Hello world. I was born in the great year of [...]
Butterfinger and Mounds just returned this morning from seeing Roger Waters (of Pink Floyd fame) at the scorchingly hot desert music festival known as Coachella just outside Palm Springs in Indio, California. I should have gone. I am sure I would have been complaining incessantly about the heat, frustrated by the number [...]
I grew up near one of the world’s 439 (and counting) nuclear power reactors. We drove past these massive, cement structures at least once per week as they are located adjacent to one of the major thruways in Montgomery County. As a child I was convinced that these twin monstrosities were responsible for [...]
I spent a few years of my childhood drinking the Kool-Aid, no really, I actually mean ingesting a delicious beverage made from a bag of colorful powder with an anthropomorphic pitcher on the front. This is not some self-reflective post trying to sort out how my formative years shaped me into the person today, [...]
