Oil Spill…the Start to a Great Autumn Weekend in CT

I watch the ink-black stream arc towards the oil pan. It misses and splashes down onto the garage floor spreading out like a stain of incompetence. I scramble to move the oil pan over, which is difficult as I am laying on my back under the truck. I can’t turn over, and the only movableContinue reading “Oil Spill…the Start to a Great Autumn Weekend in CT”

Tin and Aluminum

“Tin.” “Tin?” “Yes tin. Or aluminum.” “Sigh.” So begins my search for the perfect tenth anniversary gift.  I am not sure who determines which materials are representative of specific anniversaries, but tin and aluminum seem weird. “Happy tenth honey! We’re getting new siding!” Hours later I find myself at an antique store. It smells likeContinue reading “Tin and Aluminum”

A Flatbed Towed My Dreams Away… and Other Country Song Lyrics

Nine years ago it was wood-working. Seven years ago it was boat fever. Five years ago is was flying. For the past three years it has been cars. These hobbies start as a passing interest, an ember in my heart that travels to my brain and finally into my hands (and wallet).  Hundreds of hoursContinue reading “A Flatbed Towed My Dreams Away… and Other Country Song Lyrics”

Connecticut Children’s Medical Center-Thank You!

  Yesterday was awesome! I got to spend the day with some amazing kids at Connecticut Children’s Medical Center (CCMC) in Hartford, CT. We read some pages of my new book Zagg and the Planetary Defenders, did some drawing, and talked about the power of imagination, writing and art. Nothing is more inspiring to me thanContinue reading “Connecticut Children’s Medical Center-Thank You!”

The Aftermath…of a Birthday Party

The side door to the garage opens with a “Bang!”. The guests turn to watch as a kid-sized tractor squeezes through the frame. The front wheels drop to the ground and the driver floors it. “Here comes Benny!” he yells. The whine of the battery powered wheels slices through the sounds of small-talk and crunchingContinue reading “The Aftermath…of a Birthday Party”

Yes in My Backyard (YIMBY)

The burning in my chest seems different than in the past. The burning in my legs is shocking to me. Confusion and doubt cloud my mind. It’s only been two laps. The course I created with my boys can only be described as small. Four corners form a square in the backyard marked by aContinue reading “Yes in My Backyard (YIMBY)”

9-11 and the Butterfly Cycle

  I was working in  New York City on September 11, 2001.  Seventeen years later I still find myself crying involuntarily throughout the day, I’m crying now as I write this. I avoid television so I don’t have to be exposed to that horrific image of the towers on fire, and I’m not sure IContinue reading “9-11 and the Butterfly Cycle”

Cape and Cowl

He sits on a stool beneath an old boxing heavy bag. It hangs motionless. The scuffs and soft-spots hint at a life of abuse. The sounds of grunts, and the slapping of leather on leather all but echoes, locked inside the concrete walls and fiberglass insulation dripping from the rafters.  He looks up from aContinue reading “Cape and Cowl”

My Little Handyman

The car magazine article is accentuated with sighs. My sighs. Long drawn out sighs. Sighs that say to the cosmos- “Why did I buy a house? I was happier in my old apartment. At least there I could enjoy my Sundays without having to work on anything. I can’t even enjoy one simple magazine article?Continue reading “My Little Handyman”

Guys Night, Ruck Hike and Tiny Dinosaurs

Guys night. The rare and beautiful opportunity when my wife is out of the house and it is just me and the boys. Granted, it looks a bit different in my forties than it did in my twenties. The guys have been replaced by my sons, eight and three years old, and a night inContinue reading “Guys Night, Ruck Hike and Tiny Dinosaurs”