Why I am A Disciple… Of Little Gus

My father W.A. and I share August birthdays. August 2nd was my father’s birthday. He would have been 72 this year. I celebrated his birthday with good coffee and good whiskey. Pop never drank whiskey because he always said he liked it “too much.” Pop was (and is) the greatest man I have ever known… [Read More...]

Job, Tattoos, & The Problem With Pain

I often wonder what I have to offer the world… This is not a self-loathing/woe-is-me statement, nor is it a ploy to gain interest in my em(pathetic) story. However, as of late, it’s truly a question with which I’ve been wrestling. Then fuel that question with a month like this past May. May 2013 was [Read More...]


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