I Really Hate My Dumb Job
Everyone tells me what a great voice I have and that I should be on the radio. The funny thing is, I auditioned for a radio gig and was accepted, but it wasn't all it seemed to be.
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Memories
The Day I Nearly Drowned
As I reflect on another memory from my childhood, it becomes clear just how fortunate I was to have survived growing up at all.
Read more →My Internet Journey
I was in my early twenties when I first touched a computer and it scared the heck out of me.
Read more →A Bicycle and Barbed Wire
Here's another one of those childhood memories that left a scar; literally. This one is about the time I tried to stop my out of control bicycle using a barbed wire fence.
Read more →The Day I Met Martin Mull
Hearing of the passing of Martin Mull reminded me of the time that I sort of met him quite by accident.
Read more →The Ant Mound
One of my earliest childhood memories is traumatic. At least it would seem traumatic to a three-and-a-half-year-old little boy.
Read more →Memorable Cigarettes
I can still remember the first time I smoked a cigarette. It was early spring and my family lived on a farm in a semi-rural part of Colorado, a little north of Denver, at the foot of the Rocky Mountains.
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