Friday Night Bug Juice

I can’t recall the last time I wrote something for enjoyment.  While I’m not sure why that is, I’m fairly certain that it’s not good. Once...

   Ever since my twenty-first birthday, I have been a firm believer that making a big deal out of your birthday is for kids.  If you are s...

   Last Saturday, my daughter Rachel came over for a visit.  My wife, Andrea had been cleaning out the bedroom closet and set aside a numb...

   I got up early, went to work, ran, ate dinner and became one with the couch.  It would take a lot to pry my heavy lidded eyes from Whee...

   I should have known better.      Fellow eternal adolescent Tony and I were at St. Andrews Hall in Detroit this past Saturday for th...