“Cleaning the Garage”
This one is a bit weird one…Just a bit of a writing exercise of some observations from the other night. I’m trying to write more to get in the habit, […]
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: Segovia and Home
I am writing this final “chapter” on our trip to Spain during the Coronovirus crisis, when we, our friends in Spain and most of the world are sitting at home […]
Waking up in a Covid World
Coronavirus. It’s still mostly dark outside, but the grey-blue light in the room betrays the suns imminent rise over the horizon. It also lets me know that I still have […]
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: The Pyrenees, La Rioja and Friends
We travel out of the South east of Spain and into the North to visit with friends.
Spanish Summer Roadtrip: Alhambra, Tossa de Mar and Barcelona
Alhambra: Journey through a Complicated History When Andrea and I traveled to Spain last, we made a point to stay in Granada which was the heart of the Moorish Emirate […]
Spanish Summer Road Trip: Oropesa, Seville, Ronda and the Car Rental Counter at the Madrid Airport
Oropesa: Catching our Breath With most of a summer behind us filled with other trips abroad for Andrea and the boys, nights by the fire pit, camps and excitement for […]
Spanish Summer Road Trip: Prelude
There was a time when she whispered in my ear as I fell asleep at night and then strolled majestically through my dreams like a bull across her golden rolling fields. In the quiet times of my days, she would beckon to me from across the vast ocean, making me long for the quiet of a Spanish cafe just before siesta.
October 25
I originally wrote this two years ago…I’ve modified it a bit to update it. The original is here. I was a kid. A 13 year old entering into some of the most confusing years of my life. Arm issues left me incapable of playing sports and a crippling shyness left […]
Pumpkin Vice: Quick Hits
More Pumpkin Spice magic.
Love and Baseball
Earlier tonight (Oct 9), a post from an old coworker on Facebook reminded my of one of the most infamous moments in Orioles and baseball history: The Jeffrey Maier game. It opened up a flood of emotions not only from that game, but from my time in baseball. So, please […]
It's The Papa 