Don’t Trust Anyone Under 40 (An Open Letter From My Recliner)

(And yes, I’m writing this from a recliner, which already proves I’ve abandoned any remaining pretense of ambition.) Look, I’m not saying young people are bad. Dirty socks are bad. I’m saying they move through the world like somebody gave them a fresh set of knees and a license to ignore every sentence that wasn’tContinueContinue reading “Don’t Trust Anyone Under 40 (An Open Letter From My Recliner)”

From Reels to Row Two: I Saw Derrick Stroup Live and Nearly Busted a Gut

Five stars without hesitation. That’s how I felt and I’m sticking with it. This was our first time seeing Derrick Stroup live. Up until now, we’d only known him through reels, clips and bits from around the internet. If you’ve spent any amount of time in my corner of the internet, chances are you’ve stumbledContinueContinue reading “From Reels to Row Two: I Saw Derrick Stroup Live and Nearly Busted a Gut”

2026: A Cat Oddity

Funny how muscle memory works. This afternoon I was running a little containment drill in the laundry room — we have three orange kittens who treat every cracked door like an escape hatch — and somewhere in the middle of it, 1977 walked back in. Not as a thought. As a feeling in my hands.ContinueContinue reading “2026: A Cat Oddity”

Stagger Lee Was a What?

A childhood song, a Christmas Eve shooting, and a Stetson hat that started it all I must have been seven or eight the first time I heard it. Maybe younger. My mother had the radio going… she usually did. And this thing came on with a groove that just grabbed you. Something about a clearContinueContinue reading “Stagger Lee Was a What?”

Quiet Thanks-Giving

Here’s a little story from a couple years ago to go with your morning coffee… “HAPPY THANKSGIVING!”It was after dinner, about nap-thirty if you get my drift, when Jubal Blue bellowed across the driveway like he meant to wake up the whole piney woods. I held up my hands, trying to settle him before heContinueContinue reading “Quiet Thanks-Giving”