I just realized: I don’t have a clue what happened to my class ring. Of course, I feel no particular sentimental connection to the Jefferson High School Class of ’85, but still — that ring wasn’t cheap, especially since I only got it as a way of forcing myself to feel like I belonged.
It was “white gold,” has anyone seen it around here?
I dread opening my eyes, only to see that the number of dead has risen higher and higher every time I look. More and more. Higher and higher. It’s numbing. My eyes are glazed and my brain is struggling to [more...]
He designed buildings like others design clothes — with a bit of whimsy and a lot of creativity. He was also gay. He died yesterday at age 98. I have always found it somewhat bizarre to contemplate sermons about [more...]
Everywhere I look, bloggers are deciding to pack it in. Just yesterday, one of my faves — The FAF — signed off for the last time. Last week, it was my cousin Kirk. Other sites I used to read regularly are [more...]
If your place is anything like my place then the correct answer is.
Its in a box I haven’t unpacked yet.