Wedding usher, 1982-ish. Had two jobs: Seat guests, decorate car. Did OK with guests. Decorated wrong car.

“No video games? No smart phones? Not even a TV? Weren’t you bored?” Wheelie: Me Bemused: My brother* *This dynamic persists.

In my book Montaigne in Barn Boots, I wrote an entire chapter on absentmindedness. This morning when I finished writing at my treadmill desk, I was changing out of my running…View post

The author is either A) pensively awaiting the return of the wrens, or B) trying to remember where he left the keys to the office.

Took a header off that oil rig in 1982. Tripped on the top step, woke up bleeding on the bottom step. Returned to the scene this weekend and discovered the…View post