Scott's Blog
My penmanship is getting worse as I age. I hear the souls of my school teachers scream their anguish with every squiggle I write.
When I was a child — after the Jurassic period but not by much — we spent some summer days at my aunt and uncle’s lake cabin.
We fished, swam and skied when we weren’t sitting around playing Canasta...
I get one microwavable Mac & Cheese a week. We usually buy it on Saturday or Sunday, and I eat it on Monday. So I spend a week anticipating my next Mac & Cheese. This is what my life has become.
When we have a six- or eight-pack of drinks, everyone else leaves the plastic holders on the cabinet top for me to cut. I make sure no birds get their necks caught and twisted in deadly circles. I’m a...