When I was a kid, there was no social media. As a 15-year old in 1991, I got my first brick-sized ‘Zack Morris’ cell phone – which was for ‘emergencies’ only. There was no texting – its only real function was to call landlines. It came with a carrying case and an antenna long enough that, whenever I used it,…
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In our last stain-fighting adventure, we talked extensively about my son, Charlie, the ‘Captain of Filth’. He is also known locally as The Stain Whisperer or sometimes The Commodore of Crud. His uncanny ability to find the grit and grime is unparalleled. But he’s not the only clown in my circus. And he’s certainly not the only one that can…
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Last Halloween, we celebrated in a new county. As I stuffed myself into a pair of pants that made it seem as if I was riding the shoulders of a baby, our equally-new-to-the-neighborhood neighbor yelled across the way, asking what time trick-or-treating was over. My wife and I remember looking at each other in confusion, what was this lady talking…
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There was a time, albeit over twenty years ago, when I moved across the country from Pennsylvania to California with nothing more than a backpack. At that time, everything that I owned fit into a vintage military rucksack that I bought for $5 from an Army-Navy store in Allentown, PA. While the reason behind this isn’t the most pleasant (I…
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Having baby #2 wasn’t necessarily a surprise, however any time that you add another member to the tribe, it’s not without consequence. Especially when you’re accustomed to a girl and then your first boy drops in. Ava (our first) was all flowers and bows with a touch of pink and glitter. The second, Charlie, was a different set of circumstances….
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