Switchin’ Teams

My wife and I were sitting at an exit light off the Madison beltline when I noticed the title of this piece of paper that was sitting on the side of the road. I simply had to read it.

Time for More

This note was folded in neat little quarters, with “To: Eric” written on the outside front and back. Even with the careful labeling, it got lost in a Metro station. She sounds so wistful … hope she and Eric had time for more than just texts!

Ceep You Head Up

I found this in the bottom drawer of a dresser in an apartment I was cleaning out. It made me feel kind of sad.

Kan’t Talk

Poor kid. I figured there was some ugly divorce and as usual the kids get the crappy end of the stick.

Jameson with a Shot of Salt Water

I took a walk on the beach on President’s Day last year. It was after a storm. I often find interesting things that wash up on the sand, usually plastic items or cigarette butts that wash down from the city in the storm drains. This day I found a soggy message in a pint-sized Jameson … Continued