Podunk has lost a great citizen. Actually, Podunk is now minus one especially naughty dog. My evil yet charming Romeo has moved on to the Happy Hunting Grounds. For him, that most likely involves Every Day is Trash Day. He wasn’t really much of a hunter, and recently struck a deal with a cottontail, allowing […]
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I made a mistake. Actually two mistakes that compounded into one humiliation. Earlier this summer, when Odd Number expressed his desire to catch the largest Tiger Trout on record in Idaho, I had to burst his bubble by informing him there was no such thing, so he might as well go on a trophy snipe […]
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We’re in Missoula for Her Royal Highness’s freshman orientation at University of Montana. We are clearly part of a generation of New Age Parenting, because I, too, am attending Families of Freshmen Orientation for 2.5 f—ing days. Here was my parents’ orientation: “Here is where your kid lives now, and here is a bill you […]
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A few days ago I chronicled Her Royal Highness’s graduation ceremony. But wait, there’s more. After graduation is over, the seniors get whisked off to an all-night “party.” By party, I mean a lock-down situation for graduates only and their chaperoning parents that is intended to keep the kids from really partying. Now before you […]
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I have a bona fide Podunk moment to share: Her Royal Highness is now a high school graduate. Iron Chef and I could not be more proud of this little she-devil valedictorian. Our Podunk family came to town, and we all cozied up on the Podunk High School bleachers for a cramped, but meaningful graduation […]
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It’s been a big urban spring for Podunk. I wrote recently about cruising around Seattle, a bona fide urban American city. Just last week, I popped into Boise, a usually friendly urbural sort of place. It was, coincidentally, my birthday. A few friends and I set out to explore some of the obvious goodness Boise […]
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The internet has a lot of horseshit on its world wide webs, but occasionally there are tools that blow your mind with the genius of it all. Today, I found the website I Write Like… So you cut and paste some of your own writing into a box and then poorly paid gremlins inside the […]
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I know I have good vision — I’m just lucky that way. But every now and then Iron Chef mistakes my questionable driving techniques for an eyesight issue, and then he makes me question myself. So, I sauntered into the optometrist office where I was promptly asked if I wanted a picture of the back […]
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After the tiniest reprieve from hockey travels, we have resumed a steady schedule of consuming the earth’s resources gallon by gallon. By that I mean I’ve located some of the most backwater Podunk breweries in the free world. Here is a roll call of three ruralasaurus places with more microbreweries than Family Dollar stores. Ferdinand […]
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When Her Royal Highness and Odd Number were wee babes, I operated under the assumption that if baby formula touched their infant lips, ruin would fall upon our household. The fears were multi-faceted and ranged from worries that baby formula would cause low IQs, delayed potty training, and/or severe psychological trauma. I just made the […]
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Podunk Meets Paradise 