I walked into work today to find a gift certificate to The Plaza on my desk. Well. It was in my keyboard. Along with the crumbs of countless cheddar jalapeno bagels and the dried remains of sneezes past. It's pretty biohazardous in there, if I'm honest. The gift certificate was from someone I interviewed last … Continue reading A Veteran and a Gift
Hey guys. It's been a long time. I'm sorry. Really. But I've been trying to readjust myself from tropical paradise to actual, you know, life. I've been a little blue. And a lot distracted. And I'm sorry. So I have some catching up to do, first of all: Here's a Timmy for you: Here and … Continue reading Reservoirs and Garbage
I'm finally getting my shit together. There's just been so much going on. Moving back into my bedroom for the first time in going on five years. Reclaiming the spaces in the house that used to be very clearly delineated as territories. I had so little territory. How did I exist in such a small … Continue reading Writing and Reading
This is an 80 inch story that ran uncut. Eighty inches is...date I say it...'uge. As a certain Gropenfuhrer might say. What's funny is that were well known for our conservative right canned editorials. And people actually called to ask whether we will be covering the March for Life that's going on. John wrote back and … Continue reading Marches and (Local) Marchers
Just because. Woody Guthrie gets credit for the words. Billy and Wilco get credit for making the best cover ever.
Yesterday, my fellow reporters were invited to tour the third (and fourth, and technically fifth) floors of our local county courthouse. These are the uppermost reaches of the courthouse, that was erected in 1876 through 1877. I really had to force myself to climb the Bob ladder. You'll see it. The floors were rickety and … Continue reading Clock Towers and Climbing Them