Whether a surprise visit is good or bad depends on the kind of people who show up at your doorstep, I’m convinced. Sometimes it’s not good, like when Ernest T. Bass, the comical but annoying mountain ruffian, shows up to disrupt the sleepy town of Mayberry, once again. Andy warily acknowledges Ernest T.’s arrival, and …
I thought I saw an opening at the car wash on my way home. I’d been eyeing the lines for several days, waiting for the onslaught of clean car devotees to subside. I’m far from an automobile neat-freak, but the recent snows, ice, and rain had left its nasty residue on my once white vehicle. …
My daughter, Madi, attached a smiling face emoji next to her text message: “Your phone is full of the backyard.” My other daughter commented, perhaps trying to humor me, “Wow, beautiful pic of the sunrise.” My wife added to the group text, “We can never move. He loves his backyard views.” They were responding to …
“Make sure you text me and let me know you made it there safe,” Lori told me. The frigid air was my uninvited companion as I quickly closed my car door and turned up the heater. Driving away, I pulled down the visor to shield the setting sun. I love teaching my night class, but …
We may come close to approximating our ideal or perfect day, but rarely if ever, do we get to live it. Even if we could have it, we would inevitably try and repeat it. And if realized, it would become a routine, ordinary day, spiraling into plain vanilla. Then, we would fantasize about a different …