- Denver, Colorado,
- April 21
- Can pick a good wine, juggle, lay tile, change an engine, fly a small airplane, make a peanut butter sandwich while changing a diaper, grow a garden, raise a chicken, deliver a baby, make the world's best homemade salsa and pierogi's, shift through the gears on a wheelie, turn left to go right, drive a Peterbuilt or CAT 950G, speak Pig Latin, remove a fishing fly from own chin with needle nose pliars, sink the eight-ball on the break, identify a cancerous mole, use hand gestures when public speaking, convert an atheist with the bible, weld with torch, stick or MIG, jump off a ladder with a running chainsaw, pick locks, hot wire a car, doodle, outrun a police officer, write a 1000 word essay, whittle, gut a deer, convince a group of people to jump out of a hot tub to roll in the snow, pull teeth (kids or pets), teach anyone to ride a bike (including african women)
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The new piston finally came today, all the way from Italy, after a two-month wait. I was transported back to the days of my youth, as a teen motocross legend-to-be, waiting on some boat from Germany to bring parts for the Penton 125 that tortured me relentlessly with its… Read full post »
It was on a flight home from Houston that I first learned of Misfire. You really meet the most interesting people if you keep your head up and your mind open.
The guy that sat in the middle seat was a bear, a gentle giant who had… Read full post »
Today, I had church in my kitchen. First thing in the morning. God was there, and so was Richard Pryor, the Partridge family and Bill Cosby. David Sedaris stopped by and visited my wife and best friend. We were reminded of who we are and where we came from. We had… Read full post »
Once upon a time, back when you were four years old, you learned to ride a bicycle. The first time you did, it was like watching the Who live, opening the show with that soul cleansing song; Going Mobile.
I'm going home, and when I… Read full post »
I had my bubble bursted all to smithereens a few weeks ago upon learning that Norman Rockwell lived in one. I heard it on NPR, so it must be true.
I've come to accept that the families we are a part of ain't no American Mirror. With Saying Grace,… Read full post »
Life is a maze. A dynamic maze with a lot of doors. The funny part is that the doors keep changing as you age. Once you opened a brightly colored door and there sat a pretty little girl holding a puppy, laughing while it licked her face. You thought about the spl… Read full post »
Remembering a great man. Reprinted from 2011.
A search of the Washington Post’s Entertainment Guide website for museums in the D.C. metro area yields well over two hundred hits. You can view everything from art to insects.… Read full post »
Help A Thriller Feature Film called "Relentless" involving Human Trafficking shot in El Salvador and Los Angeles.
WHAT WE'RE DOING: The Kickstarter HUMAN RACE Campaign is raising funds for our thriller feature film, "RELENTLESS" involving Human Trafficking.
HOW ARE WE FIGHTING… Read full post »
So imagine you’re an American living in Paris. Imagine you love motorcycles and anything really that goes fast.
OK, not too hard so far.
Now imagine there in Paris France, at a vintage motorcycle show, you see a crowd gathered around an old Triumph and somewhere from the middle of… Read full post »
There is an unknown, unchangeable and invisible facet of a man that is - to him - much like the back of his own head. He will never see it unless he is forced to look at it. Analogous to after getting a haircut, when the barber is seeking approval or possibly when he sees… Read full post »
my lover is hurting
Two hundred and thirty-nine miles off in the distance, I watched from behind the safety of my Xenoflex bubble, as my daughter stopped skipping to tie back her chestnut brown hair back with a little red ribbon. It was Valentine's Day I remembered, and she looked skyward for the little black… Read full post »
Last year, I waited for it to pass. I held my breath and tried to live life to the full and not be terrified; to lose courage, to doubt my faith.
Last year, I was a kestrel.
The name kestrel, (from French crécerelle, derivative from crécelle/… Read full post »
Back in the seventies, when a two-tone brown polyester/acrylic wool scarf was fashionable, my doting sister knitted me one for Christmas. Diligently, she repeated the knit-one-pearl-one process, in all likelihood for a week or two longer than necessary for an eight or nine year old boy, but I… Read full post »
Even from the name, you can tell the Outer Banks is a lonely place in November. As with any beach, the persona changes dramatically when summer ends, but here? Here you find yourself traveling with a stranger though they may have been with you for the whole ride.… Read full post »
It’s so easy to contemplate today, to sit and feel what you feel and write a letter, a bit of advice, a reflection of the present time to the older you. Anyone can do it.
Not so with the inverse. Some would say it's impossible.
I say, hogwash.… Read full post »
It was in a field of wheat that I thought of water. This field to be exact.
Because whenever I am within walking distance of a field of wheat, I stop to eat some of it. I do this to commune with my Lord, who… Read full post »
Growing up in my hometown there were plenty of warnings, but somehow, my friends never made the connection. Kind of like that horror movie where you are screaming to the dumb people to get out of the house, but they can’t hear… Read full post »
There's a postcard that I received from my daughter when she was lucky enough to be studying in Lausanne. It features a gnarly, graying French cyclist smoking a pipe, as he pedals over the crest of a mountain pass. It reads: "Ou ne monterais-je pas disent tous les rois de la… Read full post »
The Road to Ogden
We were halfway into August and the kids were back in school
September in the distance, weak spark and low on fuel
I came so close to canceling, some plans that I had made,
But my brother had a Thunderbird, that he stopped by to trade.
There&rsquo… Read full post »
Recently, my wife and I went to dinner and an opera with an old friend, reconnecting with her and her fiance. Within five minutes of meeting him for the him for the first time, I asked him that timeless, taboo guy question.
She was sick, sick unto death, on her hands and knees in the middle of floor. My senses were leaving me. Dirty faced children lined the tops of three sofas watching in anticipation, hoping the baby would be born. This was far more interesting than the cartoons and cereal/… Read full post »
It's a warm June evening in America and a gentle breeze stirs the leaves of the cherry tree in the backyard. He just planted it last year and it's already begun to bear fruit. When he planted it, he imagined this night as one of celebration, where the whole family would sample a sweet… Read full post »
One perfect, cool and overcast day in Millville, NJ, eight guys with completely different backgrounds in life, career and just about everything else, came together to ride Code.
To write code is to take a standard set of commands and assemble them into a larger collection which, (hopefully) will beco… Read full post »