I've thumbed across a handful of not so flattering departing posts recently, some more hastily written than others. It's not a good look. Look, I've been here going on eight years now, I'm telling you, now, it's not a good look.

Went down to the greenway this a.m to run the baby and was greeted less than favorably by what can only be described as an ineluctable chill. BRRR! Little early in the season for all that. Winter's coming in hot.I try to keep at least a beanie and a pair of gloves in the car at all times. I can vaguely remember removing them in the middle of summer now.

You know how when you sit on the ocean floor with a regulator in your mouth and a tank of O on your back for about 30 seconds all the fish start hitting you in the face in rhythm with the tide?Like that only above water, less wait time and no fish.

I'm not always black. Just mostly but only late summer / early fall.Silverish goldish blackish copperish in the spring.And winter.I shed it all before summer.I'm a sable Czech Shepherd.Olli II. z Jirkova dvora. My dad calls me Atlas.

What's worse than a middle-aged, native English-tongue-having, white man?A middle-aged, native English-tongue-having, white man only child, am I the only one.....who thinks it's funny when they see a boat with a tarp on it?

Prior to 2017, the year I set sail leaving Los Angeles, California, and everything familiar in the rear view mirror until Brexit and Covid came along and shattered my rear view mirror, I thought everywhere had 4,371 coffee's.