College Memories Return

When I started looking at colleges a bunch of years ago, I wanted a place where I could wrestle, use my writing skills and set myself up for a job after graduation. I also one other very important criteria – distance. I wanted to move as far from Baltimore as I could. That’s not entirely […]

Worst Day Ever

Nothing really bad has happened today or will happen as far as I know with the exception of people trying to be funny with over-the-top fake stories because it’s April Fool’s Day. The problem with many of these efforts is that they don’t border enough on believeability to really make you look twice. That should […]

I’ve Got the Moose in Me

One summer, a few of my friends from college lived in Myrtle Beach. They worked all day laying sod at a golf course. Over the weeks, the novelty of living together wore off, and they started to get on each other’s nerves. Anyway, they usually went to Hardee’s for lunch each day. Because of their […]

Getting Old Sucks

I like to think that I will never outgrow my immaturity. I only masquerade as an adult because it pays the bills. I try to spend as little time as possible as a grownup. Working at a college has helped with that. Sure, the job requires pretending I have evolved beyond my teenage years, but […]

I Accept the Challenge

I remember going out to breakfast at like 3 in the morning once in college. One place had a huge breakfast special that I hadn’t seen anyone ever finish. I mentioned this, and my one friend Edge – who was an eating machine – asked me if I wanted to wager on whether he could […]

Happy Halloween

For the first time in several years, I won’t have any Halloween costume. No one planned a party at work, and I wasn’t home during trick-or-treat in town last week. I feel a little bad because I like Halloween even though I’m not fanatical about it. One of the reasons I like Halloween is because […]

What’s in a Name?

When my co-workers celebrated my birthday the other week, a smile came across my face when I saw the envelope with my birthday card. It simply read: “Shea.” That was one of the best things that could have happened. For as long as I can remember, I have either attracted nicknames or been called by […]

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