Monthly Archives: April 2011

Even through there is eight years between the birth years of my first born and youngest, they seemed to become teenagers in unison.  At that time I was becoming their mother’s (my first wife’s) ex-husband, and my popularity made a … Continue reading →

Paul Kochanski was in my cab last night.  He is the keyboardist of Captured the Journey Show, and his band is hot.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XswGhyTek9M, Pots and Pans, Tony, was in my cab today.  I think I first heard him about a decade ago.  He is talented, and a natural showman.  Above all, he is loud, and I can hear him from blocks away.  … Continue reading →

Family gatherings are like binge drinking.  Some family gatherings include binge drinking, but this is not my point.  I have a self-imposed rift starting around 2000 with my siblings, and the unfavorable byproduct separated me from nieces and nephews, so … Continue reading →

Dear Mr. Winklevoss:  You’re welcome for the kind words.  Hollywood and the media got a glimpse of you that I suspect you feel is not your best.  In my work I have drivers get angry at me, and if that … Continue reading →

The White House has abandoned the plan for 911 trials in a civilian court, which makes a long time in jail without a trial even longer.  I talked to my brother today.  Some members of his family visited my daughter … Continue reading →

Greg told me tonight that fellow pedicabers were complaining to him about my solicitation methods.  Prior to tonight they have expressed disfavor about my helmet, socks, signs, shoes, license holder, no plastic, no blanket, and now they are complaining about … Continue reading →

When I pedal, I tweet.  This is a new practice since I got a new PCS phone, and I expect to continue.  I have a few volunteer followers, and I plan to begin inviting followers this week.  In addition to … Continue reading →

Today I mailed a thank you note to Johanna for helping me reach my 1996 born son.  Even though her prompt attention was a great help to me at a moment of crisis, my feelings of gratitude were buried under … Continue reading →