It is perpetually fascinating how quickly one’s sojourn through a typical day can turn. Yet, it is inevitably amazing. I was enjoying a very fine Monday, when all of a sudden I found myself staring at the front of my car – which was not quite attached as it should have been.
While pulling out of the Shop ‘n Save parking lot across the street from The Post Sports Bar & Grill, I scraped across a pole that was right next to my spot – I have no idea why this …

It seems on most nights, I look at the clock and see something like 11:38pm, 12:19am, 1:03am … and I look at that day’s list and realize I have to carry so much over into the next day. I also think, man, I really want to watch some TV. In each circumstance, if I were to complete that day’s list and also indulge in 2 or 3 hours of television, I would be caught up just in time to deal with the morning.
However, the persistently pesky problem with that possible …

There are countless moments of every day, week, month, year, decade and lifetimes where one experiences some sort of a definable crossroads. This is inevitable, and is merely amplified by increased awareness of this occurrence. Dealing with these intersections is part of a typical existence, but what I find very challenging is when multiple junctions overlap and cross into your daily pattern of concern.
This is where I currently find myself, as thoughts center on some very relevant issues. My freelance work and new radio show are going well, so that …

In six hours, I will be on my way to the KK Ranch, a place that is held sacred among many of my friends. I agree with their sentiment. It is really an idealistic way for us to gather and enjoy time outdoors and together in a perfect setting.
Located out in the country not far from I-70, the KK is only 90 minutes from most points in St. Louis. It features an old-school bunk house that conjures imagery of 1970s Americana, a real outhouse (though it actually is relatively nice), …

I was just reflecting on last week’s St. Patrick’s Day St. Louis celebration in Dogtown. What a day! Since I am looking for work and in the very beginning stages of helping to prepare our house for market, I was conflicted last Wednesday morning. Our daughter goes to daycare on Wednesdays, and so the idea is for me to scramble as best I can to be extra productive. Not party all day.
But … this day only comes once per year. And it was sunny … and I really wanted to …

Few things within the realm of common occurrence is as painful as gout. If anything. Waking up to a throbbing, swollen and painful big toe sounds awful to most, but unless you’ve experienced gout for yourself it is difficult to comprehend. I woke up to another bout of gout this morning, but it is not nearly as intolerable as a truly chronic outbreak. But it still hurts a lot. The explanation I use when talking to others about this condition is to imagine having a big toe that is throbbing …

This has been without question an uneven, yet enjoyable day for me. After two hours of playing ping pong last night (a true sport of kings!), I came home and helped my girl get ready for bed. Of course, mom had done all of the hard work by then, but I contributed my best. I attempted to clean the house a little, caught up on email afterward and had a couple of frosty mugs full of Samuel Adams Noble Pils. A truly great beer. Before diving back into my job …

When you arrive at late afternoon on a Friday, it is usually an uplifting experience. The combination of the work week (for most) winding down, the anticipation of either social activity or mellow time at home and spending more time with loved ones will always be a traditional tonic for anything that has gone awry recently. But this Friday afternoon in particular has some extra zest. It is actually above 40 degrees and is a blissfully sunny with lucid, blue skies. And the extra kick to this day is that …