Our line.

It’s why, when we ask someone about a big event in the past, we say, ‘Where were you when… ?’

Refreshing, for sure, to be offered something, no strings attached.

‘Where’s the apple park?’ Sefton asks us as we drive by where the playground used to be. ‘They tore it down and are going to build a new park,’ we tell him.

Why is that weird, someone doing nothing?

As our get-together last night winded down, one of the guys who heads up the medical center mentioned these places around the world identified for having people who live much longer than the rest of us.

Somewhere outside of Coeur d’Alene, Idaho, heading west back home, I passed by that billboard.

If it’s legit to judge a book by how much it’s underlined, that one was pretty good. I underlined a lot.

This week I stumbled on an old folder of photos buried on my server.

This is too random to pass up.

Poor, poor spider.

The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like.

Great job on that design…