My mother called me today. Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, she was calling to let me know that someone from my youth had died. Reasons unknown.
It’s such a loss for the good guys, afraid of this life
Friends
Gooooaaaaalllllllllllll!!!!
This past Saturday night represented a first for me, as I was invited to attend my very first professional soccer (futbol, for the dilettantes) match. The Seattle Sounders, you will be happy to know, were victorious in their final regular season game with an exciting push in the last fifteen minutes of the game. Even … Continue reading Gooooaaaaalllllllllllll!!!!
BARchetypes: That guy who remembers me
I'm bad with names. I'm also bad with faces. And places. Chances are, if I haven't seen you in the last 15 minutes, I'm not going to remember you. 5 if I've been drinking. This puts me at a considerable disadvantage when I'm in a bar, because there's always bound to be That Guy, Who … Continue reading BARchetypes: That guy who remembers me
