I let my dogs lick my face. I have three real friends. I like show tunes. I loathe insincerity and falseness. I used to be a raging drunk filled with suicidal thoughts. I think most Americans are slaves to a machine…
A few weeks ago as we were driving through downtown Charlotte at night, my daughter Cozette (9) said, “I wish I could go to the top of that building at night.” as she gazed wondrously at the Duke Energy Center…
One thing I’ve always loved about Twitter is that it forces brevity. Not unlike writing advertising. Be quick or be dead, and all that. Last December I published a post of some of my most favorite ‘favorited’ tweets from 2012…
I grew up around guns. My stepfather kept one in his car’s glove compartment. That is, until the night a drunken neighbor shot a policeman responding to a call. After that, everyone’s stepfathers kept their guns in closets. For a…
I wrote the following piece as an extension of this tweet. It was a perfect late afternoon in early summer. Hope Baker was tending to a bed of yellow roses in the front of her house. In a few moments, her…
