Back around the time Lena and I were first married, she worked for a guy named Mike, who owned a magazine. Mike wasn’t a bad guy …well, okay. Mike was a bad…
Keep reading...Not long ago, I had my Apple credit card number stolen. (I think it happened when I was getting gas at an unfamiliar station, but who really knows.) At any…
Keep reading...I have a somewhat arbitrary goal of writing a minimum of twenty books before I stop, and given the low bar for the job, that likely means when I die.…
Keep reading...A while back, long enough ago that I am no longer worried about anyone involved reading this, Lena and I entertained fairly regularly. We’d have couples over and take return…
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Married in EPCOT
In the old-timey days when phones didn’t leave the house, Lena and I took our first trip to EPCOT together. I did a video about that trip and our time…
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