July 2011
8 posts
Portland Maine is, well, a city in Maine. It doesn’t have the appeal of the Vermonster haven Burlington and certainly a far cry from my sweet Savannah, and I would even go as far to say it’s “nothing special” despite it’s oceanic curb appeal. It’s a frustrating place, if you’re in a vehicle. It’s really just the fact that there are hardly any stop...
Pecan, and he will
Nick: It’s as easy as pie.
Me: I’ve always had my qualms with pie, it just never gives it up without at least a little work.
Nick: It’s so easy to talk like that.
Nick: Because you must never have had pecan pie.
Me: I pecan’t wait to try it.
Me: I tried so vehemently to come up with a good play on words with pecan.
Nick: I think I would’ve gone with,...
Therapeutic psychological reflection
I like dark women and Pale Ale
I walked out of my grandmother’s garage toward the molten tar driveway and her Subaru with a hood like a Coleman grill. The neighbor boy stood enamored by a baseball player suited up in uniform, I soon would do the same. Apparently the neighborhood had a stadium adjacent and a game would start soon. At the edge of the lawn the player showed the little boy stances with smiles. This smile...
