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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January 22, 2014 11:32AM
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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 »
We say we yearn for freedom, but do we know what to do with it?
Being confronted by a blank canvas or an empty computer-screen can sometimes be as daunting as being awakened by a noise in the middle of the night, one that materializes suddenly and without warning.
I confronted… Read full post »
September 19, 2013
If I saw this for the first time, it wouldn’t make sense to me, either. Still doesn’t. Although I know what it is. I didn’t capture it quite the way I wanted to. And I really needed a tripod at the time. But I was too lazy/… Read full post »
It’s a trip I’ve made a couple of times a month for the past 4 years. I call it ‘securing provisions’. It involves ‘chocolate’.
Ben Franklin’s, on 30th Street, is a craft store, which also carries multiple brands of Ben Heggy’s candies. &nbs… Read full post »
In the middle of my day, I sometimes think about the end of my day.
I look forward to sitting in my chair on the porch. Already, though, the crisp scent of Autumn is in the air. It’s faint, but it’s there. And It knows it. While the thought of the… Read full post »
Donna found it the other day in the basement. My one and only attempt at ‘art’, at least the type where you dribble paint with a brush on canvas.
Back in 1987, Donna was already an artist. We lived in a trailer. (today they’re called ‘manufactured homes’, but… Read full post »
I’m starting to read Salt, Sugar, Fat from Michael Moss. About how the giant food companies coerced us into believing that swallowing a suitcase-full of Oreo cookies wouldn’t really harm us. Same with ‘Count Chocula’ cereal and ‘Yoplait’ yogur/… Read full post »
Sometimes when I’m in Canton, after visiting my parents, I ride to the soccer fields off of 25th Street, behind the library-branch. As kids, we called this Muhleisen Field. I’m not sure if they still call it that or not.
I used to play baseball on these fields which now contai… Read full post »
It can take less time to find out whether or not you have colon cancer than it does to find out if you’ve been approved for a car loan.
There’s something immediately comical about that. But the humor doesn’t really become apparent until after you’ve been notified o… Read full post »