Remembering My Friend
Aug03

Remembering My Friend

I remember the call like it was yesterday. A Wednesday evening and I had just gotten home from work. It was summertime so my hours were reasonable and TJ and I were probably figuring out what to do with the night when my phone rang. Jon Clark was on the other end so something must have been up with our fraternity. TJ could tell by my tone that something was definitely wrong. “Another fire at the house?,” he asked. No this...

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Four Irishmen Walk into a Bar
Aug03

Four Irishmen Walk into a Bar

Sunday Funday. C. Smith and I were early adopters to this idea, mostly because when we dated long distance, Sundays sucked, really really sucked. It was the day of goodbyes, of feeling sad, of wishing Monday would hurry up and arrive to distract you. No one should ever want Mondays to arrive sooner, so we vowed that when we finally lived in close proximity, Sundays would be extra fun. So now here we are 12 years later and still trying...

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