When last we were together in this space, I was waxing poetic about a nearly 12-year-old dirt colored Volvo. It was the final piece in an automotive genealogy of my driving life. A few of those in the know felt as though the story had one notable omission. It did and it was intentional. There was … Continue reading
I’m a car guy. I don’t recall quite when happened but at some point in my youth I became interested in all things cars. As a very little kid, I had a deep and abiding love of Matchbox cars. In fact, I can tell you the very first purchase I ever made was somewhere around … Continue reading
Who really knows anymore?
juice, crackers. tv.
All the mid-life, none of the crisis
The Four Father 