There’s been a meme floating around for a month or two that shows a row of five numbered chicken wings, each one a little more stripped of meat than the last. Number one has a single small bite taken out of it; number five looks like it’s been dug up by a paleontologist. The punchline is that you can tell a lot about someone’s upbringing based on the amount of meat left on the bone.
My 11-year-old son and I both love wings, but we are on opposite ends of this chart. On the cleaned chicken bone scale, I’m…
I was trolling TikTok for laughs one day when I stumbled upon a video of a guy doing a “review” of his newborn baby boy. This dude was visibly delighted with his two-month-old offspring — he said the boy only cost him a few “grown-up transactions” — and encouraged others to get one, too.
Now, I got a good chuckle from the breakdown, which played like an unboxing video. That’s a shiny new baby, fresh out of the box. What’s not to like?
Of course, he’s cute. A baby alligator is cute. And like a baby alligator, a baby…
I’d loaded my pack and set out on a hike into the Black Hills to clear my head. I was 955 miles into that spiritual journey when I got lost.
Granted, I’d spent 950 of those miles driving from Chicago to South Dakota, but it certainly sounds better than admitting that I managed to get lost five miles into a 100-mile hike.
The plan had been to spend two weeks backpacking alone on the Centennial Trail — one of many trails nationwide of the same name. …
This is great, Franklin. I'm trying to build up to 20 mile a day. Last year I averaged 12 miles a day on a week-long trip. But that was largely dictated by time and campsites, although I was tired at the end of every day. I'm going to do better this year. Love tying it to Stoic philosophy.
Last weekend, I ended thirty days without drinking. It was originally supposed to be a Dry January, like I did last year, but a number of things, including the stress of the quarantine and the election, made me push it back a week.
So, naturally, I started the day the insurrectionists stormed the Capitol Building.
Like a lot of people recently, I’m fortunate enough to work from home. But that has put me in close proximity to the liquor cabinet. …
And the snow just keeps falling. It’s nothing that I haven’t seen before, but we’re in that phase where new snow covers the old, this layer as soft as down — Hollywood snow — but beneath it is packed and crusty, interspersed with road grime and salt and ice.
What seems new to me is the cold and the snow coming together. I don’t think it has been above thirty degrees in two weeks, but the snow just keeps on falling. “Too cold to snow” has been a hope that at least gives a respite from one or the other…
For the last couple of years, I’ve found myself visiting the neighborhood of my youth. I didn’t like it there, I don’t have a lot of fond memories of being there, and I was glad to get out of there.
So why do I seem to miss the place?
This week I visited the library. I’ve been there several times over the years and I actually do have fond memories of it, having spent a lot of hours there as a kid, reading books and magazines and keeping cool when it was hot outside. …
Some years ago, when my son was in the second grade, he went through a phase where he declared things he didn’t like to be “So gay”. I considered something but figured it was just another school fad that would pass, like that goldfish swallowing thing in the 1930’s or the 60% high school dropout rate in the 1980's.
Broccoli? “So gay”.
Bedtime? “So gay”.
Baths? “So gay”.
And it wasn’t just just things that started with B, either.
So, of course, I let him get away with it for too long. But when he compared being gay…