We are all staring at the same wall painted in flickering shadows. Infinitely expansive, it is impossible to see in its entirety. So we pick a point on the wall and stare. Careful not to avert our gaze from the dancing dimness, we rarely ask why the dark dances at all.
Yesterday, for the first time in weeks, I found myself back inside the confines of the city. I was there to meet some colleagues/friends for
Well, I’m back, albeit after a brief hiatus of sorts. I switched web services yet again, I reverted back to my previous host, and maintain my
After a full day of familial obligations, I thought for the day after Christmas it would be nice to kick it with some friends. Not that my Christmas was particularly hectic, as I don’t allow myself to be swept up in the peppermint undertow; a task more simply stated than accomplished.
Star Date: August 13th, 2017. I once again find myself on RTE 322 heading north towards State Collegewith one of my brothers. This time I’m with mi
THE PREFACE Nothing quite like being the 7th wheel. Actually, maybe being the 9th wheel is similar to being the 7th wheel. I kid. I kid.
Fog hung in the air as I crossed the Susquehanna headed to an undisclosed location in Harrisburg. After circling the well-lit blocks of historic Midtown for what felt like a small eternity, I found a spot to park. It was perfect. It had plenty of space and was the last spot behind a “no parking” sign, meaning I could pull right in. Behind me were the flickering orange lights of the Harvey Tailor Bridge, their effect magnified by the low hanging mist that clung to the river.
Five days before winter storm Stella sauntered into the Harrisburg region, it was 60℉ and I was on my bike, wind streaming through my hair.
A few weeks ago I had the opportunity to hang out at a friend’s house. It was an unseasonably warm night, so instead of kickin’