Archive for August 2017

Blogapalooz-Hour: Love letter to Burger King's original chicken sandwich

Hey – good evening! I’m diving back into the Blogapalooz-Hour waters this month and going with the topic of: “Write a love letter, but it can’t be to a person.” My first thought: well, it’s got to be about food. Second thought: yep, I know exactly who I’m writing this to. Dear Burger King Original... Read more »

Everything was fine until I sat on the picture frame

I’ve wondered what it would feel like to be a baseball pitcher who’s sitting there in the dugout with eight perfect innings complete. What it’d be like to pick up your glove, jog out to the mound one last time, and know you are only three outs away from the highest achievement a pitcher can... Read more »

Moving Day: You get by with a little help from your friends

We sat down at a table by the window. I wanted us to begin this epic moving day like a couple of lumberjacks; stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and some mediocre coffee. The kind of breakfast spot where your meal comes with a side of flapjacks and the waitress carries around regular coffee in one... Read more »
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Moving sucks: The war story continues

An email just went out. And, if you’re anything like me, you tried to pretend it didn’t exist. Maybe not a full delete, but a casual ignore. The email reads: Hey guys, I’m moving this Saturday and was wondering if anyone is available to help out. Any help appreciated! Thank you! The email is polite.... Read more »

ChicagoNow Blogapalooza: A memory that still makes me cringe

This is my first time doing a Blogapalooza. I have always wanted to, but I’ve had excuses. I’m a man of routine. I write in the mornings. Do a rough draft Monday morning, come back to it Wednesday, or sometimes weeks later. I normally struggle writing after work, my brain after 5 p.m. is like a bowl... Read more »

Moving sucks

You may think people are exaggerating. That everyone’s being just a little bit over the top when they talk about moving the way someone would describe fighting in Vietnam. You may think there’s nothing to be afraid of; it’s like getting through middle school or a taco with unnecessary shredded lettuce. You dig deep. You grind... Read more »
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