A little writing about my Grandad and the music of John Prine

The first time I heard John Prine was while working at a used media store in Wichita, KS. Every month we were required to go through the mind numbingly boring task of taking inventory of everything in the store and solving any discrepancies. The one thing that made this job bearable was loading up theContinue reading “A little writing about my Grandad and the music of John Prine”

The Alphabet Ends at Y

I have a part time gig at a bookstore, usually working on weekends and the occasional weekday evening shift. I have worked in bookstores in some capacity for over a decade because of a personality quirk that I share with others that makes us “bookstore people.” As vague an explanation as that is, it’s theContinue reading “The Alphabet Ends at Y”

The Write Time (Ugh. Really? A Pun?)

My wife granted me the ultimate gift for a parent of two small children, several hours of blissful solitude. Grabbing my laptop and car keys I drove down to the Barnes and Noble Cafe where I sat in a corner drinking a sugary latte. My intention was to take these few precious hours and hammerContinue reading “The Write Time (Ugh. Really? A Pun?)”