Stocking reports

You’ll Always be my little boy. Or girl. It’s a theme I’ve seen often over the years in quotes, television dialogue, lyrics, etc. The words became trite. Then, in an instant, they weren’t. Suddenly I grasped them on another level. A college professor friend, whenever I have one of these epiphanies, is fond of issuing…

Rooting the journey

My grandfather is one of those characters people like to tell stories about. Still. I never met him. Colon cancer took him before I was born. There’s a framed article hanging on my office wall entitled, Bert Mattson, We’re Rooting for You. It’s an odd experience, learning about your grandfather through something like that. It’s…

Seeing stars: evening at the theater

Liesl and I went to see The Star. This is essentially an updated, animated story of Joseph and Mary. It’s presented from the perspective of the manger’s animals. Chief among them the ass. The second scene was set on Mary and Joseph’s wedding celebration. It involved The Magdalene puzzling over how to inform her new…

The hare is still there

You know, I have issues with rabbits. They’ve destroyed my planters, littered my yard excessively over winter, caused OCD -and, obliquely, a bot fly infection- in my pets, and now… they are eating my garage. You don’t believe me. You think me paranoid. I didn’t believe it at first either. I thought I’d been trapping…

Derby Pining

Like anyone, I enjoy success. As I watch my son venture into ever more competitive spheres, I see it’s an early universal -children anticipate success. I observe his eyes and posture as his car trickles in an unimpressive initial run. Confusion. No panic though. As he nibbles a cuticle he’s probably contemplating all the planning…

Life, act one

The trap was laid thusly… (7 year old)Boy: Why do fish die out of water? Father: They can’t breath. Boy: Why? Father: Their bodies aren’t made to take oxygen from air. Boy: But they can from water? Why? Father: They evolved that way. Boy: Oh… (father holds breath boy won’t ask him to explain evolution…

Screening bias

My son just asked for Skittles in three words. “What?” I ask in monotone, marveling at the mere four dollars I’ve just spent on two tickets. Two. I’ve payed up to twelve a piece in recent weeks. “I want skittles please…” He says taking his cue. A dollar. A dollar for a normal sized package,…

A picture (of pozole) is worth 492 words

There’s a table in my laundry room that is probably haunted. I took it from the basement of the Diner (yes, Mickey’s has a basement, most are amazed to discover) when it became obvious it didn’t fit (for the basement is, as one might expect, puny, awkward, and un-plumb). It was most likely put there…

Seven deadly sins in one sitting

It all started with pride. I take pride in cooking things for folks that they otherwise might not enjoy. I’ve had enough success to know it’s not my cooking per se, rather the abundance of bad cooking out there. Anyway, enter clams. I can’t remember if they’re something she didn’t like until I made them,…

Friends, food, and photography

  Any wise guys coiling to make clever comments, like how I’ve been using too much of my own supply, can go ahead and stow it for a second. Please take a moment and look past my puffy appearance to appreciate the lovely people and plates as captured by Katie Thering (of Kage Imagery) at…

Farl and whey

William Butler Yeats has been famously attributed the observation, “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” When my wife reads this she’ll suspect I was the subject. However, it is a funny observation and Ireland is known also for humorists.  Maybe the Irish sense of…