I recently turned 50, and I turned introspective for a bit, looking back at my long life. I thought back to when I lived on Walton Mountain (ask your parents), churned my own butter and watched TV with the aid of an antenna covered in tin foil. My sports cards meant the world to me …
I’m 40 years old, which means that my formative years (from 6-15 years old) were in the perfect Saturday Morning Cartoons time period of 1977-86. Five years earlier (1971) and there would have been way fewer cartoons available to watch on Saturday (there wasn’t even any electric back then!) And five later (1991), after the …
People that know me know I’m serious about three things: Dogs that look like people, “Three’s Company” fan fiction – and snack chips. There’s nothing worse than going to someone’s house for a party, and finding out their idea of the best chips ever is a half-open bag of store-brand potato chips, with some organic …
Dear Dad, I know, I know, it's been a long time since I wrote you. But come on, you died over 19 years ago and didn't leave a forwarding address. That's on you! I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Don Gonos. Thought about your love of sports and games and how that trait …
