Category Archives: Reality is a Harsh Mistress
Pig & Rat
I feel a great need as this most miserable of years draws to a close to point out one of the very few bright spots I’ve encountered during the previous twelve months: Pig & Rat. If you are not reading … Continue reading
Victory!
Well, I’ll be damned. I was absolutely certain that money would win out over good sense. Gettysburg is, after all, the crookedest little town I’ve ever known in the most corrupt state in the Union. Surely Mr. High-and-Mighty Harleyman would … Continue reading
Feastday
Another birthday feast begins. Only me, in my arrogance and self-centeredness, would turn a birthday into a three-day feast. Hah! But I am me and you are not. Happy Birthday to me. Today is the feast of the Immaculate Conception. … Continue reading
Scots
Tomorrow is the annual observance of Scotchtoberfest. Every year, a bunch of the lads get on their best Great War Scottish kits and go for a walk/pub crawl through the Yuppie infested environs of Alexandria. I’ve gone most years since … Continue reading
July 1, 2003
On July 1, 2003 I met a girl. It is important to know the highlights of this story because the stratospheric highs and hellish lows I experienced over two years and one day color everything else that happened during that … Continue reading