“Oh my God! How are you?” asked a man I’d never seen before. “I’m well,” I responded, not sure what to say next. “How are you?” “What’s it been? A dozen years?” he asked. “You look great!” “Ah, thanks.” I smiled. I studied his face and nothing rang any bells. Admittedly, I’d always been terrible … Continue reading Dead Ringer
Month: February 2016
Let the Games Begin!
(Not to be taken seriously. This is completely tongue-in-cheek!) Pitchers and catchers report in ZZZzzz. I’m sorry, I fell asleep just typing that. It pretty much happens every time I watch boreball and wait for the bloated pitcher to decide what pitch to throw to an even more bloated catcher. You figure every pitch takes … Continue reading Let the Games Begin!
Duke of Dead Air 