I'm that Tired Guy, you know the one who wonders each morning if today is the day. I'm that Tired Guy pondering life's mysteries like a teenage girl examines prom dresses. Some are sheer and sexy, but mom won't let you wear it. Others are frilly and flowery, but not showing enough leg puts you … Continue reading Where Do These Stairs Go?

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