I grew up in that fundametalist world where Red Dawn was prophecy and the best that I could hope for was dying a martyr for either country or religion.
What started as a blanket letter to everyone known to the family, naturally morphed into a silent game of one-upmanship among the Wendalls.
I tuned in to 99.9 this weekend to find the non-stop stream of Christmas music. This song, sung by the lounge singing great, Frank Sinatra, came around. How many people know the song “Happy Holidays!” is the flagship song of a movie called Holiday Inn starring Bing Crosby, Fred Astair and Margorie Reynolds? It was … Continue reading Happy Holidays!
Looking back, I feel like I’ve missed summer entirely. Yet I know I did everything possible to enjoy it.
No one who sat back and simply waited for rescue got it.
In case you weren’t reminded of this fact lately, we’re all going to die. You, me, everyone you ever cared for. The people you admire will die. The richest of the rich will pretty much die. Sooner or later, even the people you can’t stand will die. When we die doesn’t really matter. But… CLICK HERE … Continue reading What It Really Means to Carpe That Diem
Sometimes I wonder if Buck likes my little car. He’s a straight-up, V8, American Muscle kind of guy, and he gives me a hard time about my Celica. It doesn’t help that I woefully miscalculated the horsepower to weight ratio for it when I agreed to drag race it against his 1969 Dodge Charger. I … Continue reading A 130hp GoCart