I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one generally caught somewhere between reality and madness, typically between the hours of 6 AM and 10 PM (that's Eastern Standard for our European friends...or 10210 Mongo Time for Hawkmen and Arborians). Yeah, I like sci fi. Sue me. As usual, I'm contemplative and restless. Oh and tired, … Continue reading On The Turning Away

I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one who cherishes a crisp, clear autumn day almost as much as a fine bowl of steaming clam chow-dah. I'm that Tired Guy, thrilled the Autumn Confluence is finally upon us. Oh yes, the Fall season heralds to the world some of humankind's greatest creations. No, I'm not … Continue reading A Tradition Unlike Any Other

I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one who hasn't written a darn thing in this space in over a month. I'm that Tired Guy whose creativity ebbs and flows with my mood and stress level. In other words, I've been distracted. Writers block is like a dam against which my creativity struggles and breaks. … Continue reading With Apologies to Andy Rooney

I'm that Tired Guy, the one craving fried whole-bellied clams, fries, a chocolate shake (with heaping scoops of ice cream), mozzarella sticks and a clam chow-dah. I'm that Tired Guy who would sing off-key to nearly all the songs on the Indigo Girls' first album with his buddy Wayne while speeding along the back roads … Continue reading Freeze This Moment A Little Bit Longer

I'm that Tired Guy, the one who admires both sunrise and sunset and never grows weary of Nature's beautiful wash of violet, crimson and gold. I'm that Tired Guy who was once afloat in a clear ocean as the undulating waves gently rolled away the cares of the world. Our honeymoon to Aruba will forever … Continue reading Hold The Pickles