There's a story in every life and a life in every story
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. Continue reading “Musings from the mall”
Daddy and I were on the road to somewhere the other day.
We were listening to an oldies station when I made a remark about how, on the whole, today’s music doesn’t hold a candle to the songs on the radio when Daddy was younger.
I believe a day spent listening to Delilah on a recent trip to the beach led to his defense of modern music.
“It ain’t all bad,” Daddy said. “Every song wasn’t good back then, either. You’re just listening to the All Stars.”
I didn’t think about the exchange again until yesterday, and the thought had nothing to do with music. Continue reading “About All Stars”
Since I upgraded my phone, my technical life has been much easier. Continue reading “What a difference an update makes”
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. Continue reading “I’m just a fan”
From my vantage point atop a wooden storage cabinet in a room dimly lit by a single bulb protruding from a rotating ceiling fan, I can see a man typing. Continue reading “The typewriter Part I”
I hate shopping.
When I shop, I usually have one or two things in mind as I cross the threshold of the store. I also have a strategy for retrieving those things and getting out alive.
Continue reading “Texting while buying”