Our end goal was my sister-in-law’s wedding near Boston, but I wanted the trip to be something to look forward to, and it’s hard to look forward to an in-law’s wedding where the only people you know will be the ones with wedding obligations.  So, I cashed in a couple hundred thousand Delta miles and bought 5 plane tickets to New York City, landing at 11am on June 17th.  That way, the children could meet one of my friends since the 3rd grade and get introduced to one…

The above is a picture of my first car; it was nicknamed “the digger” because of its proclivity to drive through yards and dig ditches.  I’m 3rd from the right and am surrounded by some of my friends (all but one are still friends today).  This is the story of when I made a bad decision about where cars should (or should not) be driven: It was Friday, March 13, 1992, and Chad and I had 30 minutes to kill before Trey would clock out at Kroger.  Next…

In honor of the release (or culling) of Netflix’s “heirloom” series of old school shows and movies that I probably watched and now like to show my children, they sent me a box of “Inspector Gadget” t-shirts and sheets for making a fort! Since my children are gifted (or have the innate quality that most humans carry of being able to deductively reason), they know that any time I get a box in the mail, and the return address says “Netflix” on it, it’s probably something they’ll like. …

A few months ago, I sent an email to a couple friends from high school about planning a trip together sometime this spring or summer–the year all of us turn 40.  We bounced around a few ideas about things to do or places to go, and I thought we’d go on a hiking trip for a few days on the AT, but one in our group broke his leg in a couple places after he followed my lead in jumping through a bonfire at his Halloween party the…