It’s August, and I’m another year older. Maybe another year wiser. Life experience is great and can be used for all sorts of savings and discounts.
Time is precious. Each day is an opportunity, especially the weekends. Like many, I value the weekends and the two-day respite from the necessary work-a-day routine.
I try to run three times a week for around two or three miles at a time. This routine, more or less, has been ongoing for nearly twenty years since enlisting the Army.
I was supposed to have a new comic done by now. What happened? Just the usual distractions—jewel heist, marathon relay, alpaca farm. I have a busy schedule.
The 1929 Chicago gangland execution of seven men in Lincoln Park during the height of urban mob violence put a bloody spin on this otherwise romantic holiday. Is anything sacred?
The year is over. I wasn’t sure until I heard some government officials confirm it on TV. I then checked my calendar to verify, and they were right! Let’s party.
By Christmas morning, I survived the shopping season. Hallelujah! You can never go wrong with socks.
We’ll get to my ramblings soon enough, but first a new comic!
I’m sitting here with my pumpkin ale, watching Fright Night on VHS and waiting for trick-or-treaters. What’s it to you?
I don’t see anything wrong with a grown man trick-or-treating on Halloween. The “trick,” in my case, is to use a pillowcase for sheer durability and to club any child that gets in my way.