I can’t believe I’m posting this the day before Memorial Day.
That’s because this entry is not about Memorial Day. Yet as we are so temporally close to the moment when we, a grateful nation, bow our collective head in memory of those who made the ultimate sacrifice, I am compelled to offer an acknowledgement.
My wife, who is my greatest critic (other than me), frequently complains that I do not come to the point quickly enough—kind of like I’m doing right now. While I believe I am a master of the parenthetical, wielding it as a Samurai wields a sword, my wife believes that I waste her time with unnecessary verbal clutter. To you, dear one, I say, a) be patient and b) what follows is more of an obligatory nod to those we honor tomorrow than a paragraph flanked by parentheses. Continue reading
rk I’m often asked the question “What’s your greatest strength?” I always reply “My writing. If you ask about me, anyone who knows me will invariably say ‘He’s a good writer; wears a lot of black.’” 
Like a loving wife, I hope you will once again receive me back into your good graces and sit with me while I offer a few recent events that will explain my momentary exodus. In addition to receiving a job offer after 252 days of unemployment, a week ago last Friday, I became a grandfather. A grandfather. Hmmm. 
