Most of my friends in Fort Bragg are considerably younger than me. This is not necessarily by design, except insofar as my seriously arrested development leads me to seek out others of around my own…
Posts published by “Flynn Washburne”
Thanksgiving looms like a giant mutant turkey at the outskirts of town, swinging wattles generating a cooling breeze as it casts its gimlet eye on the populace soon to become mulch under its horny yellow…
Happy Double Anniversary to Me! It's a one, two, Jubilee! So pop the corks and pluck the storks and fell the anniversa-tree! So far as I know, there's no actual anniversa-tree, but I see no…
As an addict — as a dyed-in-the-wool, card-carrying, ginuwine, for-real, tweak-seeking meth-missile — I have been known to take some fairly extreme measures to acquire the necessary chemicals in order to harmonize my various physical…
I was grumpy on the way to Garberville. "Garberville sounds like a stupid name, anyway. What the hell does it even mean?" I groused. "I'm just guessing, but maybe there was a person named Garber…
Somebody actually told me recently to "think outside the box." Please. If this phrase ever had any meaning at all it's become obscured in a fog of overuse and irony. To me, the expression stinks…
There is an old adage about the cobbler's children going unshod that makes me wonder what trade or profession, if any, breeds the most problematic children. Is there a segment of the population, career-wise, that…
Living in Southern California, you get used to humans visiting atrocities and depredations on one another. What else would you expect from a region that funds and shelters a terrorist organization like the Los Angeles…