Not a lot to do with a lot, but one of my favorite pictures of all time: me, my dad, my brother Charlie, and my cousin Spen (R.I.P.) riding in the 914 on Ponte Vedra Boulevard. Things I'll never take for granted: that my hand will always look small on my dad's forearm, no matter how big I get; ... View Post
[101 in the shade.] I don't think you've had to read this blog very long to know I'm extremely over-sensitive. There's a lot of feeling going on. So the move---as 100% fantastic, positive, and sunshiney as it was---bowled me over. I don't care how ready you are to leave somewhere; it was once ... View Post
As one installment of the FL trip recap... We got to meet up with one of my oldest friends, Shaara Pajcic, while we were home. We stopped in the Palm Valley Fish Camp for an unreal late lunch, some wine, and a view of the Intracoastal waterway. Not too shabby. It's also a real fish market. ... View Post