Listen to the Podcast Flying solo one afternoon, I toured the Las Vegas strip in the car we drove from Seattle. To really bring the story home I dropped an audio recorder into the cup holder to ensure I recall the whole event. I post it here as the inaugural podcast for Lawyers Road … More Viva Las Vegas
On August 30th 2016, the main street of my hometown will be clogged with the candidates entourage, media, secret service and not a few pick up trucks. Donald Trump is coming to Everett. My question is, what does one wear? Judging by the demographics it appears a flannel shirt and ball cap that reads “America … More Trump Rally in My Hometown
Tell Donald Trump I know his heart. What he told me before, I have it in my heart. I am angry and I do not know why, but I suspect it has a lot to do with television. I am tired of the veiwing. Our favorite series are killed; Gilligan’s Island is dead, Star Trek is cancelled. Seinfeld … More I Will Watch Television No More, Forever
In a time of great anger at how things have turned out for the USA, in a time when we want an America back we think once existed, it is hard, at best, to watch one of the institutions of my childhood commit suicide. What used to be a reliable source for all things American, … More Tears for Sears; A Big Box Retailer Commits Suicide
The law is a jealous mistress. Carrying her battle flag requires both hands. She keeps my fingers on this keyboard rather than a fretboard. I bought my banjo back when the kids were still in school and I was driving a 1995 Ford Aerostar van. Now the kids are grown, the last one left school … More Battle Flags, Ball Points, and Banjos
Up to the Maple Leaf country… Up to the land of the puck… Goes the expatriated American… Running from Donald Trump… Some go to Vancouver… Called by the lure of the sea… Some of them are dress up like cowboys.. And end up in Calgary… Late night you will find them.. Hiding out in Saskatchewan.. … More Up to the Maple Leaf Country ( Banana Rebublics )
I grew up in a village called Immaculate Conception Parish in the 1960’s. We had a fundamental narrative about how life was supposed to be, where your place in the universe was, and a sense of right and wrong. Ultimately this was shattered by a remarkably critical world that tossed that narrative aside without much thought and … More But it is 1978!
The annual Christmas Fantasy Rum Cake has arrived. This is a remembrance each year from my wife’s aunt and uncle in Los Angeles I met once at our wedding but live in our hearts and our refrigerator for the year that follows. The fantasy is one can eat this and retain the same weight. And … More Christmas Fantasy Rum Cake
Scene: Barber shop with men waiting. Monsignor Mattie’s is there for a hair cut as well, reading a newspaper. A spread of Playboy magazines lie on the table in front of him. “Padre”, one of the other patron’s ask him “what do you think of all these dirty books?” The day this place loses it’s dirty books is the day … More Everett Elks Club : Man Cave From A Different Time
Friday was I am northbound and saw some kind of road side warning there had been a crash at I-405 warning of a 4 mile back up. Long ago I stopped waiting out the ads on AM radio and all the other noise for the traffic report so I took this at face value and headed … More The Sting
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