Month: September 2014

Yesterday’s Friends

As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…

Greyhound

I had my underwear stolen once. It wasn’t really just my underwear; it was my shower bag. I used for showers at truck stops. The thief didn’t steal it at a truck stop though; some prick stole it at a…