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A Child, Me, Not Me

There was a time when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up: the guy who collected the shopping carts at K-Mart. (It was right up there with engineer, which I felt I was well-suited for, but not nearly as much fun.) It seemed we went there every week for one thing...

When Life is Too Easy

I was just thinking about how awesome my daughter is. But then I realized that maybe I was doing a disservice by telling her too often how proud I am of all the things she does or writes or says. I’ve always been a cheerleader type for the people around me. I...

I’m a Real “Amerrcan” Now

My friend Jim from grade school (who found me on Facebook a little while back) took me out to a shooting range in Tonawanda the other day.  I fired a Remington 597 .22LR, Saiga .223 (takes both .223 and 5.56×45), and Beretta Storm CX4 .45 ACP.  He also showed me...
No One Cares = Freedom of Expression

No One Cares = Freedom of Expression

Having just checked my site traffics statistics for my new blog, Think Think Again, a revelation is upon me. First, the number of visits is low, since I only promote this on Facebook. This is not unexpected. However, there were only TWO click-throughs in December from...