Since the days when cavemen had to find the convenience store without crossing the tar pits, we’ve all had to either give or receive directions. It’s a skill, like kissing and telling jokes, that everyone thinks they do well. My wife, Karin,… Continue Reading
“Hey Dad. You gonna pack the potato salad?” My son pointed to a container on the kitchen counter. “It’s been out all night.” I was the foreman on that day’s lunch-assembly-line. We were behind schedule, and I wasn’t looking for… 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
Hi, this is Max Inertia, your host of Better Living Through Minimal Effort. We invite you to stay tuned—it’s easier. Today’s guest is Ms. Bee Fuddled, Director of the League of Perplexed Voters. Bee, the election’s just days away, and we don’t want… Continue Reading
Pranksters in my neighborhood have just reached a new low. Someone TP’d a house—and did a pathetic job. First, they used heavy-duty paper towels, not the impossible-to-remove single-ply bargain-paper, and second they forgot to soap the windows. Really, people? Is… Continue Reading
PROLOG: The following is a true story pulled from the files of the Sanitation Squad. The events described here actually happened, but the names have been removed to protect the not-so-innocent. The Place: Palo Cedro, Shasta County. Not a bad place… Continue Reading
Grandma was always packin,’ and rarin’ to go. She carried her own dice, and could, on occasion, shoot them straight and true. But usually they took an odd bounce. ‘Bama couldn’t help it. It was her ‘Yahtzee elbow.’ “Hey, ‘Bama,… Continue Reading
College speech instructor Robb Lightfoot shares his expertise on the entire process of promotion. Tailored for writers, Lightfoot’s presentation will cover the traditional speaking situation with 30 or more people in the room, and he’ll also offer advice on how to… 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.”… 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
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