When I was a teenager playing baseball in the park with my friends, a carload of older kids pulled up and started to bully us around. When the leader of the bullies demanded the aluminum bat I was holding, I . . . gave . . . it . . . to . . . him.
Seriously.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Search
Popular Posts
-
I can't locate the article online, but February's Los Angeles Times Magazine has a wonderful little essay by the playwright John Pa...
-
I'm happier for an Allen victory than I would have been for Lambert, but I've soured a bit on the Idol franchise after this go '...
-
Here's the link to the Steve and Kathy Show , the show for which we did a man-on-the-street interview earlier this week. Seriously, the ... -
Joshua Radin's new record has served as a sort of soundtrack for NPH's vacation this week. Here's the video for one of the track...
-
Is there a more ad saturated event than an NFL football game? Watching his hometown Broncos this afternoon, NPH has been subjected, he is su...
-
For Gokey, the scream is operative. That can't be good. The judges love him though
-
NPH and a colleague are collaborating on a preaching series for the next seven weeks and a-blogging as we go. Check if out at A-blog-alypto ...
-
In November NPH punched "yes" on his ballot when asked if his city ought to build a massive light rail line. We had been asked thi... -
A couple of weeks ago NPH featured 39 Second Single , a web-based video serial about a 39 year old single woman in New York. We're now p...
-
I just got an email response to my first query for a freelance story. It came from the Associate Editor of a bi-weekly magazine. The respons...
No comments:
Post a Comment