Welcome back to another story from a family cross country trip across the U.S.A. It was 1990 and I was 8 years old. It only took me 30 fucking years to finally decide to write about my memories from it. Anyways, on to the tale today. I literally do not remember anything from Salt Lake …
On Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 I was walking through the dish wash room at work when I foggy brained heard the news on the radio. A plane had hit one of the World Trade Center Towers. Without even a single hesitation a voice in my head said “Oh well, that’s definitely a terrorist …
There was a time when I had a fantastic memory. Throughout my years in school I was able to remember things effortlessly and if not for that, I probably would’ve done much worse in school. As time has progressed and along with that, technology, my memory has taken a nose dive. Technology has made everything …
I’m not sure if it’s because it’s a grey and dreary morning but for some reason I started to think of Scott Hutchison. A person I never knew personally but felt like I did because of the music he left behind. His passing should never have been a surprise and yet when it happened I …
Basket of Thoughts 