Chicxulub(ish)
On a day something like October 9th, 66 million(ish) years ago, a blanket of soot clouded every sky, spilled over every horizon.
October 8, T.A. 3018 (Year 1418 in Shire-reckoning)
No doubt a historical trigonometrist could measure the percentage of Weathertop that fell below the horizon each hour, though that study has yet to be published.
“Laramie Sparkles, Doesn’t It”
This isn’t a sparkly post.
The Current War (2019): Review Retrospective
It seems something has shorted in its circuitry.
The Andy Griffith Show
In a time when anticipatory grief and suffering are the ways of the world, it may seem naive to believe that Mayberry is more reality than dream.
Aiding Athletes in All Phases of Athletic Activity (and Me When My Tummy Hurts)
You could drink from whatever random thing you had and it was fine.
I Can’t Live With or Without Cars
I felt like I could drive literally anywhere in the world. And I loved that feeling. And I hated that I loved it.
Life With You
You stood as still as you could in the yard, pretending to be a bird feeder in the hope that somebody might land on you.
Past, Present, and Future
I am too young to be having a midlife crisis and too old for a quarter-life one.
Three Bluegrass Songs for Fall
These artists don’t shy away from the ugly stuff of life.
