What’s seven days between friends?
I am 50 today.
I figured let’s get the big news right out there.
He turns 50 next Tuesday, the 21st.
He’s from Texas.
I’ve been to Texas.
The similarities are frightening.
Actually he’s from Massachussets.
But I understand people from Massachussets.
This is it.
In this first paragraph I’m going to tell you the story you want to hear. And I’m speaking to you directly — you disenchanted Millennial, you overworked tech-worker, you misunderstood Boomer you. It’s the story you want to hear because I’m betting on the majority rule —…
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Ah the good ol’ days. Remember when you actually used that question — What’s your major? Maybe to a member of the opposite sex at a freshman mixer? Hoping your amazing conversational skills would…
He’s 6' 4" with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a woodsy-California air about him.
Some have called him genteel, instantly likable, carefree. His father is a locally famous — or infamous Northern California naturalist who developed trails and built two California State Parks, and both are cousins to the designer…
My name is not Steve
Look it’s not a pretentious thing, it’s brevity. If I’m in a coffee shop and I’m asked my name, I hesitate.
Do I tell the truth?
Do I say ‘Alden’ and watch the poor barista’s brain grind to a halt and witness the sharpie pause…