While I was driving down to Kingston last night to meet a friend, I was impatiently scanning radio stations looking to hear something that wasn't some nonsense about how I'll "only miss the sun when it starts to rain." When I landed on Pink Floyd's Money, I hit the button to stop scanning and turned … Continue reading Calling bullsh*t
Those of you who know me are familiar with my tendency to become irritated or even outraged over injustices. When something bothers me, I am inclined to obsess about it or reference it repeatedly to draw attention to it.We're at a moment in time when there are an overwhelming number of things occurring in our … Continue reading 7 years without a raise is too long
The other day, Quinn and I cashed in a Living Social offer I had purchased for Adirondack Tubing Adventures in Lake Luzerne. Summer seems unrelenting in its march towards Labor Day and the return to school and I knew that Monday's forecast was the best one of the week. We made a reservation and up the … Continue reading Adirondack Tubing Adventures
I bought my first car when I was 20. It was a 1973 Volkswagen wagon, a model in which the engine was still in the rear of the vehicle making the large space under the front hood a deep trunk perfect for road trips. Sadly enough, the powder blue jalopy took me on only a … Continue reading Baby, you can drive my car
Well, I survived it sore, but generally unscathed. Actually, I finished a respectable 10th out of 46 in my age bracket, which is nothing to be ashamed of, I suppose. But... ...it was really hard! Here's the blow-by-blow: My wave took off at 10:35 from a different starting line than last year's spot on State … Continue reading Urban Raid, 2014 edition
Every year when it is time to drive west from wherever we happen to be on Cape Cod, I don't want to leave. It doesn't matter how much I miss my own home or that I already have a place booked for the following summer - I don't want my beach time to be finished. … Continue reading Don’t. Stop. Believing.
One of the things I most miss about being on vacation are the sounds - the remarkable buzz of the hummingbirds, the rhythmic pounding of the waves, the echo of my running feet on the sandy road. Each of those noises reminded me that I no longer was home in the DelSo and I grew … Continue reading The speed of sound