It’s still summer in New Zealand. Every now and again, when I have a wander into the primordial jungle out back, I find a locust husk (or shell… what do you call those things they hatch from?). And every time, my childhood memories come pouring back. We had a mimosa tree in our front yard […]
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So, we need to be somewhere and have just 15 minutes to write and post a blog. That is the challenge. We are not sure what the topic should be. Possibly jihadist terrorism. Or ducks. Or Bruce Springsteen. Or the Terrible Twosome. Yes, we will write about the Terrible Twosome, my childhood best friend Steve Madden, […]
Read More...I cannot tell you how much I hated goat heads. If you grew up in Norman, Oklahoma, you didn’t wear shoes during the summer. Every now and again, you’d step on those suckers. They’d stab you right in your heal, and bury the “horns” to the hilt. When you tried to rip them out, […]
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I love fedoras, probably because my Grandpa wore one, and he looked pretty cool when he did it. Not “Clark Gable” kind of cool. Just “I am an old guy and I know that, deep down, you think I look cool in this hat.”
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I cannot tell you how much I would rather be at the Cotton Bowl tomorrow than here in New Zealand. I would gladly trade my clean, green, primordial back yard for the smell of deep fried everything and the creepy, booming, non-stop chatter of Big Tex. I would make the ultimate sacrifice of drinking […]
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I was never a petrol-head. Probably because I could not afford it. But I was into fast machines on wheels, big time, when I was a kid. I am told that my mother rued the day that she gave me a pedal car. It was a fire truck like the one above, of course, […]
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