Looking back, I feel like I’ve missed summer entirely. Yet I know I did everything possible to enjoy it.
No one who sat back and simply waited for rescue got it.
In case you weren’t reminded of this fact lately, we’re all going to die. You, me, everyone you ever cared for. The people you admire will die. The richest of the rich will pretty much die. Sooner or later, even the people you can’t stand will die. When we die doesn’t really matter. But… CLICK HERE … Continue reading What It Really Means to Carpe That Diem
Sometimes I wonder if Buck likes my little car. He’s a straight-up, V8, American Muscle kind of guy, and he gives me a hard time about my Celica. It doesn’t help that I woefully miscalculated the horsepower to weight ratio for it when I agreed to drag race it against his 1969 Dodge Charger. I … Continue reading A 130hp GoCart
As outrage burns over the murder of George Floyd, my commitment to police reforms & accountability has never been stronger. I’m outraged because the actions of those officers do not represent our honorable profession. I’m outraged by the depravity shown by Derek Chauvin under the color of authority, and we all instantly knew every cop … Continue reading The code of silence ends here
When you drive a CJ, you must handle the CJ.
An interview with Lisa Raymond-Tolan Lisa Raymond-Tolan is a parent in Brooklyn’s District 15 whose son was part of the district’s new desegregation plan. As a result, her son was assigned to a school that was not on their list, and at which he would be one of the only White students. Lisa’s son ended … Continue reading School desegregation and Whiteness in Brooklyn
“Making space for another viewpoint does not negate yours. Quite the opposite — it provides more context and framework for your own experience.” (Kiara Goodwin, The Everygirl)What I Hear When Someone Says “I Don’t See Color”
A senior park ranger I worked with years ago told me that how you dress, especially in uniform, is a sign to visitors of your skills. “If you wear your uniform like a slob, chances are your skills are sloppy,” he said.
I kick back in the seat of my mower and just cruise. I escape into another world for a few hours with half my brain lost somewhere in Owen Wister’s Wyoming and the other half harmonizing with the harnessed power of internal combustion, steel and the raw noise of a two cylinder engine.