8:32am
Saint Paul
“I have something for you.”
The waitress took the lotto ticket from my hand.
“What’s this for?”
(more…)8:32am
Saint Paul
“I have something for you.”
The waitress took the lotto ticket from my hand.
“What’s this for?”
(more…)3:33pm
Saint Paul Minn
Last we chatted, I told you my son and I had camped out in the back yard.
Here’s the sequel.
So, because “income,” I spent Friday working.
Which means the tent didn’t come down.
Which gave my son Sam a reason to bug me to sleep a second night in the tent.
He was relentless, and so I relented.
Come Friday night, we followed the same routine:
(more…)10:51am
Saint Paul
Skreeeeek!
“That’s a howler monkey,” I said.
“Dad.”
Last night, my son and I pitched a tent and camped in the backyard.
“And that growl? I think that’s a wolf.”
(more…)12:17pm
Minneapolis, Minnesota
She slams down my Big Mac with more anger than most cashiers.
“Nobody has spoken that language in thousands of years,” she says.
My eyes pop. I didn’t think this was possible. Not anymore. Not in 2023.
The cashier follows me to my booth.
“How did you do that.”
(more…)2:44pm Thursday
Saint Paul
Yesterday I wrote about the muffled radio I could hear at midnight…
which was no where to be found.
I was telling my kids about it. My wife chimed in:
“Oh, I heard it too!”
(more…)3:!7pm
Saint Paul
I slept in today.
Just a little, like 15 minutes past my usual.
Because I was up late, hearing voices and music in my house like a muffled radio somewhere.
It wasn’t coming from the basement bathroom radio.
It wasn’t coming from the living room hi-fi.
It wasn’t coming from outside.
In fact, I couldn’t find it anywhere.
(more…)2:05pm
Saint Paul
In a Newsweek article from 1995, computer engineer Clifford Stoll predicted the Internet would be dead within a year.
Boy was he wrong!
Stoll couldn’t foresee the tech advancements that have since transformed… well, everything.
But Stoll did get this part right:
(more…)10:19am
Hastings Minn
Golf!
I’m out to hit the links in about an hour.
First time this season, which is a shame—the weather’s been perfect and I’ve missed a lot of great opportunities.
No worries. I’m not a good golfer anyway.
Hey are you familiar with John Carlton’s headline:
“The Secret of the One Legged Golfer”
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