Cremate me, bro

The university from which I graduated is bordered on one side by Woodland Cemetery, which is 200 acres in size, according to the cemetery website—roughly the size of a really small town I might drive through on my way to Lubbock. My heroes the Wright brothers are buried at Woodland, as is Erma Bombeck, the… Continue reading Cremate me, bro


Am I shy or snobby? I don’t know my neighbors

As a child, there was perhaps no greater validation of my existence than hearing the doorbell ring and knowing it was one of the neighborhood kids seeing if I was available to hang out. I don't have any siblings, so I think the effort on someone else's behalf to seek me out was a nice… Continue reading Am I shy or snobby? I don’t know my neighbors