When I set out to create something, I typically stumble all over myself at first as I look for a pattern to establish. Rarely does the original outlined idea actually happen as I realize, through the creative process, that I was short sighted in how the thing I wanted was going to be achieved. What … Continue reading Rearview Mirror
Category: The Barbour
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Lifelong fears are remarkable. They fill us with anxiety over what others may see as asinine or irrelevant. But for those who fear them, they are as real as the air we use to fill our lungs. We rationalize them, find ways to avoid the consequences that lead to them, and we March through each … Continue reading (Don’t Fear) The Reaper
Bohemian Rhapsody
Common knowledge is a misnomer. I personally do not believe there is such a thing as something that everyone knows as specific knowledge. I do believe there are common actions and reactions – ways in which we understand how to naturally defend or oppress which is driven by innate understandings of our environment. But common … Continue reading Bohemian Rhapsody
Tales from a Middle Aged Father: Uber
There are moments where a lack of attention to detail leads to what many would call an “adventure.” One such moment happened to me when, after a night of heavy drinking at a club, I did the responsible thing and requested an Uber. What happened after was nothing short of an epic tour of Greensboro, … Continue reading Tales from a Middle Aged Father: Uber
Tales from a Middle Aged Father: The Idiot Light
It was chilly enough that the water hose I cut into was stiff. My son, a six-year-old first grader, knelt beside me watching as I put the now 20” hose into the lawn mower’s gas tank. “Don’t ever try this until you’re big like me, ok?” “Ok, daddy.” “Ok, here we go.” I took a … Continue reading Tales from a Middle Aged Father: The Idiot Light
Mighty Casey
What is Baseball? It is not just a game. It is a romance. It is a passion. I have been a Dodgers fan since I was in little league. When I began my short career in Baseball, we didn’t have sponsors, so we played as MLB subordinates. I was an Oriole, but my friend was … Continue reading Mighty Casey