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New Year’s Eve Post

Yeah, what he said. New Year's Eve, and Glibs HQ is deserted. Might have something to do with the fact that...

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve...

On a moonless night some years ago, my friend Carlton Proulx jumped without warning from a speeding boat into...

In a previous post I wrote about my father being an inveterate card sharp. He loved playing cards and was...

I am just not feeling it today, ladies and gentlemen. Talk amongst yourselves.

Another day at the office… “Buddy, you flew that one like Steve McQueen.” Clark ‘Swab’ Cox wasn’t a man of...

I told my youngest the heartbreaking news from earlier this week and he demonstrated why he’s a very special...

I never know, year to year, how Memorial Day will feel. This year it is not great, but not the worst I have...

Another summer, another few months of attempting to maximize my support to the reserve and minimize my time...

Somehow I missed this one, so we get to have a “gun thread”. This is my review of O’Hara’s Nitro Irish Red:...