Someone who works with Netflix reached out to me not long ago and asked if I wanted to join their “stream team,” which I likened to being on a “dream team,” because I excel at watching movies at home, given how much cheaper it is now that our resident sitter has left to pursue higher education, and the neighbors’ kids expect $12-$15 per hour.  They sent me a roku 3 box, which I wasn’t sure we needed, since we already have an Apple TV, and our one household…

My little brother and I were shooting baskets in the driveway on Sunday afternoon when the rust colored sedan with screws down the side slowly drove by our house–two days after it had pulled into our driveway after dark on Friday night.  My dad was in the garage doing something to his fishing boat.  I dropped the basketball. “Dad!  The guy…the car that followed Pokey and me…it’s out front again!” He ran out of the garage to look; the car sped up a bit and went down the…

It had been dark at least an hour when the doorbell rang.  I should have been asleep, but it was a Friday night, and Y107 was playing requests.  My Sony jambox was just low enough that my parents couldn’t hear it over “Dallas,” and I had a blank cassette poised to record “Money for Nothing” if Coyote McCloud played it for me. I flicked the switch to “tape” to silence the radio.  I heard the chain slide off and the deadbolt retract on our front door. Then, my…

A long time ago–in the mid 1980s–we’d sometimes walk far enough from our house that our parents could not see us. Sometimes, it’d be after dark, and we never had cell phones with us, because none of us knew what a cell phone was, but I think some of us had cordless phones that could just about reach to the end of the driveway on a clear night without cutting off our conversation, especially if we had one of those new 900MHz fancy ones. However, on the night…

I’ve been writing since 1983 and blogging since 2006.  I’ve written for a military blog, legal blog, and humor blog.  I’ve yet to have a dad blog–a blog I define as one on which I can write things I wouldn’t mind my children reading one day.  So this is it. Dadcation:  it’s a journey.