Memories of a Bar Fly

Tucked away, behind a tall stand of trees, a mortuary, and another restaurant called the Figg Tree, was a rustic bar in Phoenix called the Monastery.  I’m not sure when it opened, probably in the late 60s, but I spent a ridiculous amount of time there from the mid-70s through the mid-80s.  Whoever was tending bar always wore a monk’s robe while Continue reading

Our Tribe Hits The Road

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It seems to me that by the time you’re 50-ish, or in my case, just barely 60, you start to feel like you’ve been there, done that, gotten the t-shirt, and seen it all. And when you do look at the things that you haven’t done, a lot of them are either dangerous, stupid, too expensive, or maybe even childish.

Take sky diving, for example. You may have noticed that this is a big thing for people to do on their 21st, 30th, or maybe even 40th birthday, but by the time the latter milestones Continue reading

It Sure Beat the Hell Out of Skydiving

One day I was 59 and the next day I was 60. It happens like that.  Or 16 Celsius, if you prefer.   It really doesn’t matter, because “old age” is always technically 15 years older than I am.  So, all in all, I feel pretty good about it.

Except that I feel really badly about Alan Rickman, who died on my birthday.  RIP, Alan, I will miss you, Truly, Madly, Deeply.

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Back to My Future

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A few weeks ago was “Back to The Future Day” — that day in BTTF II that Marty and Doc had to get to, 30 years in the future (from 1985 to 2015).  They had to travel to this date, in order to find how terribly wrong things had gone in the past.  It occurred to me that I should do the same.  Time to get back to my future, after things had gone terribly wrong. Continue reading