“Ignorance of the law is no excuse.” Joe Friday, Dragnet Road trips are a great way to see new sights, visit old friends… and break rules you’ve never heard of. Here are three true-crime stories describing how you, too, can… Continue Reading
“Vacation: A period of time devoted to pleasure, rest, or relaxation.” Freedictionary.com Travel Journal Entry – Monday, January 6th Sensible people use winter break to escape their homes and visit a balmy tropical paradise. Not us. Presently, we’re stuck in… Continue Reading
If you entered Mom’s kitchen, you’d see it on the fridge. The List. It was long. It was yellow. It was required reading, and it contained Mom’s marching orders for the day. Some folks wait until New Year’s to craft… Continue Reading
When my sister was four, Mom took her on an all-day back-to-school shopping spree. Mom towed little Pattina through the aisles, hunting bargains. At store after store, Mom waited her turn in line while my sister grew ever more restless.… Continue Reading
Karin writes our family’s annual Christmas letters because I don’t know how. God knows I’ve tried, but my efforts are unfit for public consumption. Early in our marriage, she took on this job. You’d think I’d do it—I was writing… Continue Reading
Almost twenty years ago, two random events set me on the path to running marathons. The first was my son, then about four, patting me on the stomach and asking: “Daddy, are you going to have a baby?” The second… Continue Reading
I just filled 22 boxes with stuff my son left behind. He’s in boot camp right now, probably marching about in a chill wind blowing off Lake Michigan as he prepares for his life in the US Navy. People ask… Continue Reading
Darkness. Disgust. Dyspepsia. And we’re only 10 minutes into Pokémon. I’m trapped in Movies 8, feet stuck to the floor, watching. My three kids giggle. I groan. Next door, my wife, Karin, and our oldest daughter are watching Bruce Willis… Continue Reading
Uncle Joe bought me my bazooka. He lived 3,000 miles away, in Detroit. I don’t think he could hear the explosions, but I’m not sure. He quit calling us after Christmas. That Sonic Blaster was one of two presents from… Continue Reading
“You are what you repeatedly drive.” ~ Aristotle “You don’t have to do this,” Karin said. She held her keys out, and I gave her mine. “It’s my turn, I guess.” “OK, but I know you don’t like my van.” That… Continue Reading
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