I'm noticing this something or other a few times lately among a few close and not-so-close homies in various compartments of my life. It has to do with our president. In what I like to call Operation I Can't Take This Shit Anymore, an epic and mass defection has taken place in which, very specifically, … Continue reading Question

Just about every sea story starts out the same way: "No shit, this one time. . . " I guess since I'm penning this right now while out to sea on a boat towing rocks and heavy machinery to Who Knows Where, AK, why not? Even though it's not really a sea story. No shit, … Continue reading Dear Mr. J

It wasn't terribly long ago the unctuous Bill Clinton aka Slick Willy occupied the White House, not inhaling; having sex outside of his marriage, yes, okay, but not like sex sex, passing laws and other presidential stuffs; basically governing in a way that, well, shit, he was reelected, wasn't he? I wasn't hugely political back … Continue reading We want a divorce

You know the surest way to knock yourself down a few more pegs is to check out several of your old classmates' profiles on the LinkedIn. Partner. President Principal. And not the high school kind, either. Might I strongly recommend you not do that, embark on said lark whilst ensconced in the middle of a … Continue reading Until He says so

I nominate me for free drinks all night, every night, this weekend. I nominate me for a nuru massage too. I know I know, Lent. No soda, no first-thing-in -the-morning donuts, no other such ascetic sundries, and and and. . . .no nuru massages. But, God, this last week or so that I've had, geezus; … Continue reading Dead folder

As this is Things Men Carry, of which I carry death, divorce, losing my cushy job well into my 50's to name a few--well, shit, I carry the following too. Even if I don't quite remember any of it. It really is all just a big blur to me now some fifty- something years later. … Continue reading Only sorta fiction

You can't really forget certain words once they're uttered or screamed in to your ears. No matter if it happened back in the Jurassic 80s, and you bonked your head a few times since then, and thus your memory ain't as sharp--some things just kinda stick to your brain's ribs no matter what. (Word for … Continue reading Feeling bl–brown

Years ago, on this day, I was in Philadelphia doing boat stuff. Driving, cleaning, learning all the ropes associated with tug boating, no pun intended. I might also have been wondering here and there just how obese you were allowed to be before the Coast Guard stepped in and said, "Yeah no, Charlie, you're too … Continue reading Happy birthday

My lady, with everything heady that's going on right now, I should really be using my tactical prose on any online real estate that's afforded me to prosecute Gaza (it's genocidal what's taken place there) or Venezuela (I understand and don't necessarily disagree with it) Minnesota (how many shots to the head and from the … Continue reading An online profile

Young blood and I attended an NFL game recently. Prior to the kickoff, an assemblage of players kneeled in one of the end zones in unison prayer. I looked and looked, but I couldn't spot an offensive lineman who I know has Catholic roots and is furthermore a practicing one. There could be a perfect … Continue reading Happy birthday