Monthly Archives: March 2014
Never underestimate the joy of going for a walk with your dad on a sunny afternoon.
“We’re so accustomed to narratives, we expect there’s going to be a conclusion, or explanation or answer to the secret. And probably the answer is, there isn’t.” — Gloria Steinem
I’m a wheel I’m gonna turn on you — the prophet jeff tweedy — I’m driving home at a little before 2 a.m. This is the time many folks call it a night at the bar (it’s Wednesday night, … Continue reading
Dad and I walked to the mailbox today. And then we kept going. We were out for the daily stroll as part of his rehab. He’s getting a little stronger every day, so this was a pretty cool breakthrough. It’s … Continue reading
mo: My aunt sent you pecans from North Carolina. They’re really good. me: They taste different from Texas pecans? Why would they taste different? mo: I don’t know, but they’re different. me: Hey, Dad. What’s the difference between Texas pecans … Continue reading
Taco lady: what can i get you? Me: potato egg bacon cheese. Taco lady: name? Me: Felix. Taco lady: my grandpa’s name is Felix!!!! Are your parents Hispanic? Me: no, they just watched a lot of cartoons. Looooooong pause Taco … Continue reading