This story was supposed to be a tale about a time when I made a sound investment, which grew with work and then yielded plenty of dividends.
Instead, it’s about a loss.
The moral of this story is simple. Life doesn’t go how I plan, and sometimes my plans make me sick.
Mason,
When you were born Feb. 20, I was elated. A lot of things ran through my mind at once when I thought about you, mostly pride and a plan to travel the length of the country twice in a weekend to see you.
My pride has only deepened in the six days you’ve been here, especially since I heard you’ve already peed on your mama.
My plan didn’t happen, but there’s another one in the works and we’ve been officially introduced on FaceTime.
Since I wrote to your sisters shortly after they were born, I thought I’d try to write down some things you might need to know about life.
I sat in a mall food court yesterday afternoon.
It was the first time I’d darkened the door of the mall in a while. I’d planned to people watch, because it’s just about the only thing suitable to do in a mall while you patiently wait for a woman to finish shopping, but something was off. (more…)
I had been on the road just shy of a week, and gone hundreds of miles through four states when we stopped to eat breakfast at a place called The Bear Trap. (more…)
The photo above is the cover of the paper’s special 2014 football section, which is one of the reasons I have been lacking in the blogging department lately. (more…)
There has been a lot of sports talk on this blog lately so I thought it might be time for a short post complete with some of my not-sports-related random thoughts. (more…)
The first day of my trip to Birmingham was great, and it provided me with an opportunity to do something I don’t normally do. (more…)
Today, I salute Waffle House. (more…)
It’s been a long day at the ball park. (more…)
Sometimes I don’t realize how blessed I am.
