Lost & Found

This blog began as a tale of castoffs found while running. It’s taken some diversions over the years. Along the way I’ve written about movie...

NOTE : I began this memoir in the summer of 2015. I became sidetracked — lost inspiration — as sometimes happens with a writing project. I ...

I suppose execution is a bit extreme. So I’ll propose an alternative punishment for litterbugs. How about we conduct a lottery and ...

“Excuse me, sir. I just want to say thank you,” said the woman lying in the maroon recliner with a plastic tube dangling from her arm. I was...

I’ve wanted to play harmonica since I was a child. Not enough to actually learn it, mind you, but the desire is buried somewhere in me.  ...

I first killed a man when I was 15. It wasn’t in Reno, and I didn’t do it just to watch him die. He deserved it; he had ill intentions towar...

I knew it was a good day to be hitting the road again when the first song up on my iPod — at random — was Pink Floyd’s “Run Like Hell.” A bi...