Found this while going through old photos last night. It’s me and my dad when he visited me in Chicago (and I took him around the city on the back of my motorcycle. We got a few funny looks from people). Summer of 2002…. five years sure passes fast these days…
The hand brushed past my radar in the newsroom in Winston-Salem, it was clever, and then I forgot about it. For some reason it struck my memory tonight.
The Order of the Occult Hand has no president, board, or member roll. It’s existed for more than 40 years. I haven’t joined, and odds are against [...]
So Denver’s got some Chicago-style wind chills running through the streets, and I’m off to Crested Butte to go visit Mark and Ali for the weekend. We’re up against a couple winter warnings on the drive up, which could make it an adventure getting there. Hopefully not too much of an adventure.
Saturday Update: Had to [...]
First, I didn’t know Williams. I’m not religious about football. The guy died 150 feet from where I live, and I guess that makes me feel weird / closer to his passing. Here are some of the things I’ve noticed since his death:
People are definitely, definitely still racist. This event kind of brought them out. [...]
Update: Found a new reason for happy: I found the mp3 of the cover of Paul Simon’s Graceland by Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. It’s superb, one of the best “make it your own”-type covers I know.
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