Adventure Jacket

Manual labor. Listen, we can all do it right? The lifting, the dragging, the pushing, the whatever. Hell, I love snowblowing at night, and there isn’t a man in New England who hasn’t watched a plow take out a mailbox and think, “Now that would be a fun job.” No, the reason we should thank allContinue reading “Adventure Jacket”

There’s A Penguin In My Freezer and A Machine Gun on My Stairs

His eyes burrow into my soul. We stand there facing each other, neither daring to move a muscle. I admit he has me at a disadvantage, I had no idea he would be there. But none of that matters right now. What matters is the razor sharp beak standing between me and a frozen steak.Continue reading “There’s A Penguin In My Freezer and A Machine Gun on My Stairs”

Defrost? Maybe not

The 4:30 alarm is terrifying. I did what I could to soften its power. The piercing tones have been replaced by Edvard Greig’s “Morning”, and the volume is as low as I can get it. Still, soothing oboe or not, the first notes assault my eardrums and I throw back the covers, dismount from theContinue reading “Defrost? Maybe not”