Lost-Time

“C’mon, baby. Come to papa.” I’m on the edge of my seat, like a top college athlete and the team rep is on stage about to announce their first round draft pick. “It’s mine. All mine.” I excelled in the combine. Took the tests and failed/passed them all. I show all of...

Time for some coffee…

Time for some coffee… As I pass into my 44th year, I reflect. My birthdays don’t bother me the way that they do some. I also don’t like to shrug them off as being just another day. Hey: it is my day (shared with a few million other people). The day I began the...