Growing up in Chicago, I knew neighbors up and down the block and even across the alley. It was an old-school neighborhood where people had been raising families for decades. People would chat across the chain-link fences as they hung laundry to dry or the kids played in the dirt. Before I was old enough […]
Small World Big Dream
Nonsense writings from sailors who lost their minds among the various boat improvement projects.
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Sunday was Grampa Wally’s birthday. Craig and I broke our own rules and we cracked open a beer while underway. The first sip went to Neptune as we toasted in Wally’s honor. Within a few minutes, a pod of dolphins rushed through the waves to play around the boat. They brought a smile to my […]
When I get to spend time with my Mamita, I question whether nature or nurture is responsible for her stubborn streak I see reflected in myself. I’m still waiting to get my results back from 23 and Me, but I’m willing to bet there’s some sort of gene responsible for my bullheaded tendencies. I can […]
Today’s writing motivation is at a critically low level. It could be because I used up all my energy in this morning’s workout. It could be because this morning, my “friend” Brian alleged that Robin Williams was a mediocre actor, at best. It might be because I’ve been busy killing jejenes all morning. Or maybe […]
Living in a tiny home is challenging. When you take that tiny home even further off the grid by placing it on the surface of the water, life doesn’t get any easier. When you’re trapped on board with your partner for all hours of all days, you enter the primary phases of pandemonium. When I […]
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