8/31/20 “That Got Me To Thinkin’…?” Chapter 12 “The Diagnosis” By Bruce Williams Around age 2 ½ we began to become concerned about our son’s lack of speaking skills.  He was only using about five words and generally communicating by pointing effusively at whatever it was that he was interested in at the moment.  His…

I think everybody should work at a restaurant at some point in their lives, especially those I overhear berating a server or witness neglecting to leave a tip.  Only then will they realize the head-shaking disdain they receive in the kitchen, and the perilous tightrope of contamination-free entrees that they walk.  Especially the ones sending…

I was floundering for a topic this week when I came across an unfinished list I’d started a while back regarding the parameters of male friendship for a guy my age.  Have you heard the White Stripes’ song “We’re Going to Be Friends”?  Well just insert a “Not” between the “We’re” and the “Going” if…

8/10/20 “That Got me to Thinking…?” Chapter 9 “The Commute” By Bruce Williams      Bruce Williams   I commute for 45 minutes into Bellevue most days, giving me ample time to observe and note several tendencies of my fellow travelers—things I’ll chuckle at, grow disgusted with or avoid altogether.  Here are just a few…

8/3/20 “That Got me to Thinking…?” Chapter 8 “Gift Giving” By Bruce Williams As I was getting ready for work this morning, I spied a coupon book that my daughter Louie made as a Father’s Day gift at least three years ago.  Filled with all sorts of thankless tasks (foot rubs, cleaning her room—and my…