I am a creature of habit. My daily lunch pail consists of whatever leftovers in my refrigerator at home are closest to spoiling without being bad. I follow the dietary version of the “The Price is Right” rules: “closest without going over.” I also do not have an emotional relationship with food. I eat what … Continue reading Five Atlanta Friday lunch finds
I don’t know about where you live, but here in the thriving suburban paradise of Lilburn, Georgia, (AKA “Thrillburn”) we’ve been losing our power with some regularity as of late. I have felt these recent outages acutely. They struck during the early morning hours when few people would care that the power is out because … Continue reading The power is out (again)
It’s official. As of today, the tenth day of October in the year of our Lord 2026, there are no longer any children living under my roof. Our youngest offspring is now 18 years of age. It feels momentous. Eighteen years ago this little bundle of joy came into our lives completing our family. Carlton … Continue reading We’re all adults here
I am old enough to remember when fall was different than it is now. And I’m not talking about 1982-1988 when I experienced Central Florida fall, which is indiscernible from summer. I’m not even talking about the last 23 years when our family has called the greater metropolitan Lilburn area home. I'm talking about my … Continue reading Welcome to new fall
There’s a fine line between making a joke and being the joke. I have long subscribed to a saying attributed to the 16th century preacher John Bradford, “There, but for the grace of God, go I.” I try to keep this in mind and regulate my mockery of those to whom I may feel superior. … Continue reading I’m not as smart as I think I am
One of the hazards of my line of work is that I often find myself in the company of mascots. How can you not love Petey? He's a petrel. He's got amazing moves. He likes Chick fil-A chicken biscuits. I have grown more comfortable interacting with mascots over time, but in my early years, I … Continue reading Let’s hear it for the mascots
My ambivalence toward college football has reached new heights. I don’t even know how to calculate which week of the season it is, but in real time, they have been playing college football games since August 29, which was classified by ESPN as “Week 0.” (This nonsensical measurement of time is in the same category … Continue reading I can’t quit college football
When we first moved to Lilburn, Ga., way back in “aught three,” we developed a metric to identify when it would feel like home: My Darling Beloved and I knew Lilburn was home when we took our then two-year-old son, Barron, to Bruster’s for an ice cream and saw someone we knew. I can’t recall … Continue reading Seeing people you know
Last Friday night as I sat on my comfy sofa in my air conditioned house, I turned to my Darling Beloved and said, “Do you know where we would have been at this exact time four years ago?” “In a football stadium somewhere sweating to death?” “Something like that.” August is the worst climatological point … Continue reading Retired band parents
I don’t know about you, but I’m a little rusty when it comes to Shakespeare. Ol’ Willie Shakes and I have a history. We had some issues over “Macbeth” back in college (a long and hilarious story for another time), but I relied on his Sonnet 116 to propose to my Darling Beloved. A few … Continue reading Brush up Your Shakespeare
