Onward Through the Fog
- Akron, Ohio, USA
- May 02
- I'm a 25-year broadcast professional, writer, blogger (http://pipercourt.wordpress.com), and purveyor of fine craft ale. I also suffer with Cleveland sports teams, and blow off steam while riding my 2011 Triumph Bonneville.
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November 16, 2014 10:12AM
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- Reality is Buying
August 09, 2014 09:08AM
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July 08, 2014 02:44PM
- Chip-On-Shoulder Saves Life in
June 10, 2014 09:39AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “Thanks for checking in,
October 28, 2014 01:00PM
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sure they're, like, "What?
July 08, 2014 05:39PM
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checking in. As we say in our
part of the
February 27, 2014 08:44AM
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for checking in!”
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- “Thanks, Ben! I think one
of the things that keeps me
bars, at least on
February 01, 2014 10:06AM
Matthew Sedmock's Links
We look out on to the world from the top of our hill. From this perch, I can see traffic movement. Further in the distance, I can see the beacon that illuminates the top of the blimp-hangar. (As Autumn dissipates, I actually see it more clearly through the canopy of tree-bran… Read full post »
If we all see the world in our own peculiar way, is our view of it wrong or right? It seems I've run in to a string of brief occurrences over the past couple of weeks that would lead me to believe that I am both a genius and an imbecile.… Read full post »
Reality is Buying
The problem with this question, as I saw it, is that he actually appeared to be waiting for an… Read full post »
I think a good deal about leaving this area, and yet I seem to continue to be drawn to my hometown of Canton. When I turn the ignition on my Triumph, it tends to lean in that direction. I enjoy the familiarity of the roads that lead to it.
The view… Read full post »
I have O-Negative blood, and supposedly it’s a hot commodity.
For the last several years, I’ve been giving blood to the Red Cross. I do this with a slight chip on my shoulder. Yes, blood is needed. But the process sometimes infuriates me.
I make an appointment, generally… Read full post »
I’m not much of a runner. Never have been. I’m not particularly graceful. When I run, my style resembles more ‘lumber’ than ‘run’. Perhaps that’s the best way to phrase it. I lumber…well, very similarly to a big, slab of w… Read full post »
The O’Neills Building in downtown Akron was once a school, and I taught there. I held no formal teaching certificate. When you were a hired instructor by the proprietary schools of the 80′s, you didn’t necessarily have to be licensed by the state of Ohio. As eviden… Read full post »
It seems imperative to our overall well-being that we be given the answers. More specifically, that we be given the answer.
We want to know the best car to drive. We want to find the best plumber. We want to know who has the best MBA program for our daughter’s graduate pr… Read full post »
We marched single-file, around the perimeter of the large classroom and out in to the hallway. Like tiny robots, we arrived at the front door of the convent. The doors were large, almost as big as the ones that provided the entry-way into the vestibule at the church.
For some reason,… Read full post »
Nooks and crannies’. That’s what I call them. Similar to an English muffin. Little pockets of intrigue and interest.
When I visit a city, I like to look for them. It’s what fascinates me about cities. And whether it’s a ‘town’ or a &ls… Read full post »
I’ve been blessed in many ways by being with the person with whom I’m married. Although she doesn’t ride a motorcycle, she’ll walk around a large convention-center with me gazing at machines neither she nor I can afford.
Throughout my broadcasting career, she’s hun… Read full post »
It was the same sun, but a different background. Much different. Similar to this day, I stood behind a tree so as not to look directly into it. I didn’t want to stop moving because the 7-degree temperature demanded that I hurry it along.
But it felt good, this sun. And… Read full post »
I needed another story about the Cleveland Browns searching for a head-coach like I needed rotator-cuff surgery. But there I was, standing in front of the television, glued to a 46-inch screen.
Until the power went out.
Donna emitted a shrill, ‘Uh-oh’. I looked outside. … Read full post »
I could see the fatigue on Brad’s face, but only because I felt similarly about myself. Exhausted to the point of exasperation. Willing to throw up your hands in resignation, but knowing that doing so takes more energy than you’re able to summon. So, ‘folded arms&r… Read full post »
(a quick note to those who read my posts on Open Salon: I don't know you all that well except through your writing, but I appreciate you checking in and sharing your comments this past year. I also hope you have a relaxing and enjoyable Holiday!)
My wife is a 'greeter'… Read full post »
Every quarter I receive a newsletter from the Nebraska Zen Center in Omaha. They’re connected in some way to the Zen Center of Pittsburgh, a group I visited once while living there. I’ve been receiving it ever since.
I usually peruse it in the bathroom. That sort of hone… Read full post »
“That’s a nice jacket, man. I like that.”
My ‘Cavaliers’ jacket is a colorful one, I admit. And in line at the post office, amongst the drab grays and dark blue winter wear that everyone else sported, it did offer a burst to the serotonin levels.
He stood two… Read full post »
It happened quickly, with the same ill-mannered ferocity that one would expect from a blown save at the hands of an Indians closer. One minute, ‘color’, and the next minute, ‘emptiness’. I caught myself mumbling, out loud, as I let the dogs out. ”What i… Read full post »
I partially blame the sad state of our economic times, which I’ll explain in a minute. But even though my ticket-stub to the September 24th game against the Chicago White Sox was sitting in my… Read full post »
“I’m glad I was born when I was. I’m not sure I could handle all this new stuff.”
My mother’s words still echoed in my head as I left her apartment. They competed with the truck that was approaching quickly from behind. My perky Bonneville enjoys flexin… Read full post »
During the years when we lived in the Illinois suburbs of St. Louis, there was a small home in our neighborhood on a fairly large lot, just around the corner from us. When I was still a jogger (I ‘walk’ now, since the embryonic stages of arthritis in my hips seem… Read full post »
A blank sheet of paper can elicit a rather terrifying experience. It’s the freedom, basically, of being able to write virtually anything you want. This would seem, at first, to be gratifying. And yet, I equate it with the trembling that one might experience by, say, turning o… Read full post »
They crunched loudly beneath my worn sneakers, but I accentuated the reverberation by stomping on them with extra force. I was angry. And they deserved it for falling so early.
We’re in one of the two times of the ‘weather year’ which cause me the most consternation. &nb… Read full post »
Gustave Flaubert wrote, “Never touch your idols. The gilding will stick to your fingers.”
I touched plenty of idols while living in Washington, DC. No, really. I’ve actually walked up to the Washington Monument and I’ve touched it, running my hands over the o… Read full post »
I chickened out and took the car. And now I’m sorry I did.
It’s 331 miles from Akron, Ohio to Louisville, Kentucky. For months I thought of this trip, and for a good portion of those months I thought of completing it on a motorcycle. I even splurged on a new… Read full post »