Category: daily drivel
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fwoosh
The hamburgers My Darling B bought for our first cookout of the season were the size of manhole covers and were at least eighty-five percent fat, which means that before I could finish slapping all eight of them on the grill they erupted into the biggest grease fire we’ve ever seen. I had to keep… Read.
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what we can do
During a conversation I had with my Mom in which we lamented the epidemic of shootings in schools, theaters, and other public places, she eventually sighed and said what everyone usually says, something to the effect of “there’s nothing we can do.” “But there is something we can do,” I said. “What?” she asked. “Ban… Read.
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favorite restaurant
I was posted to Misawa Air Base as my last duty assignment in the Air Force. It was simultaneously the worst and the best assignment I had in my 21 years of service. On the very first day, for instance, I was on a charter flight with my wife and kids over the Arctic Circle… Read.
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old school
I snapped a photo of the BDU jacket in the background that’s draped over the dining room chair, because I noticed the handle of a hammer I had been searching for, and posted the photo to the group chat my coworkers use with the comment, “I looked everywhere for that hammer.” My coworker Sandra, who… Read.
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sea lion
I phoned in an order for breakfast sandwiches and gave my middle name as “Leo” because when I give my first name “Dave” it always gets mangled to “Damien” or “Devon”. They almost always get “Leo” right, although this is the first time they mangled it all the way to “Ci Lion” (which she pronounced… Read.
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crumpie
There’s a pretty good reason you’ve never heard the word “crumpie.” Read.
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Up On The Roof
A couple days ago I was in the van, taking measurements of the floor and adding the measurements to sketches in a notebook so I could figure out how to piece together all the woodwork that’s going to become The Camping Thing. This is not the first time I’ve measured the insides. I’ve measured so… Read.
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heaped
It’s springtime in Wisconsin, and I’m not the first one to say it’s a season fraught with disappointment, nor the first one to say, “Fuck this, I’m moving to New Mexico.” In fact, I’d bet I don’t have anything to say about spring in Wisconsin that hasn’t been said a million times already, but I… Read.
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loop-de-loo
While skimming social media this morning I read one passing reference to the 1975 pop music hit “The Hustle” and GUESS WHAT’S BEEN PLAYING ON A LOOP IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE. Kill me now. (Warning to those who did not grow up in the 1970s: If you Google “The Hustle” DO NOT LISTEN TO… Read.
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a dash of snow
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