Monthly Archives: August 2008

Smarty Pants

I’m painting in my new writer’s haven (read: small corner office in our barn). Isaac is standing right beside me, which is apparently his favorite place. “Careful Dad, that’s a wasp.” “It’s a spider, Isaac.” “No it isn’t. It’s a little wasp.” “It’s a spider.” “Nope.” “Son, I’ve been alive for 40 years now, and …

Why We Hate IT Companies

Dear SanDisk Corporation, I have admired your thumb drives from the beginning. They fit in my pocket. No more inadvertantly inserting a data CD in my truck and wondering if I’d accidentally purchased some kind of post-Modern German techno-punk-death metal fusion music. You were providing the public with a much-needed product. But you couldn’t stop there, …

Not Sorry

Last night the boys and I played a rollicking game of Sorry. It went something like this: “ONE!TWO!THREE!FOUR!ELEVEN!NINE!…” “Isaac, slow down. Count one for each square.” “Okay Dad. ONE(whack)TWO(whack)THREE(whack)…” “He’s shaking my pieces off the board!” “Gently, Isaac.” “Okay.” (whispering) “one(tap)two(tap)three(tap)…” “Your turn, Eli. “Eli… ” “Eli?” “Elijah!” “Oh.” The boy draws a Sorry card. …

Breakfast with Obama

After catching some of his interview with Rick Warren, here’s my impression of breakfast in Barack Obama’s house: “Barack honey, would you like some scrambled eggs?” “You know, my grandfather worked very hard to instill in me a strong work ethic and American values. Watching the Veteran’s Day parade with him always filled me with …