Monthly Archives: March 2003

In this world, some days are better than others. I’m getting hungry and thirsty again. I think I’m getting clearer on the source of a recent round of assaults, but it doesn’t appear that there is much a double-minded man … Continue reading →

Last night was another one of Willy’s dog training classes. It was a two-hour seminar of Q and A from all of the current classes. I learned that you shouldn’t put Bitter Apple on a dog’s genitalia. I learned that … Continue reading →

St. Paddy’s Day is the amateur alcoholic’s “good excuse” to get shit-faced drunk — conveniently disguised as a holiday celebration. For bar patrons, only New Year’s Eve rivals this sacred event’s ability to pull the crowds in and ply them … Continue reading →

I think my conversation with Dean and Sara took the wind out of me. We talked about playing softball, and it really looks like the best thing for me to do is to just let the whole thing go. This … Continue reading →

"Mother and Child" by Pat Wickline After breakfast, Mary and I went thrifting yesterday, where I finally scored an old, heavy-duty camera tripod for a paltry $5.99! Oddly enough, I finally got the shutter in my old Olympus OM-2 unjammed … Continue reading →