Sunday, March 25, 2012

Tee Ball is Cool

Pictured above is my grandson. The kid had a blast playing tee ball yesterday. But there's no way he had more fun than I had watching. Watching four year-olds play baseball is hilarious and it's uplifting too. Every kid wore a cap that was two sizes too big. Every time the ball was hit every player on defense bum rushed and dog piled on the ball. Each time my grandson made a play he gave us a confident thumbs up. After a particularly good play a beetle caught his attention, prompting him to a sit down, mid game, on the grass and observe the bug in absolute wonderment.  The most entertaining moment of the game involved a cute little squirt who wanted to take his bat out with him to play second base and the coach had to wrestle the bat away. There was a single girl on the team. She had long brown hair with flowing ribbons. After a pounding out solid double she decided to wander from second base to have a conversation with the center fielder. One might think the entertainment would be over when the time came for the two teams to line up after the game and shake hands. The little guys just couldn't get the whole single file line concept down. They were forming figure eights and circles, bumping into each other and falling to the grass. Man, it was beautiful. Nobody cared who won and everybody had fun.
Tee ball is cool.

Did I mention that I wrote a book? It's called THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON and it's a mostly true collection of quirky stories about growing up in 1970s Southern California.
You can download the e-book for a measly 5 bucks by clicking on the this link:
The print version is in the works. Given the speed at which my printer is working, I feel somewhat safe when I say the bound version will be available some time in the next 75 years.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


The Sun Lakes Pest Control Whiskerino team poses for a photo on day 28 of the 100 day Chandler, Arizona Centennial competition. Dickey and Bobby are pretty good beard growers. I told Dickey and Bobby with beards like theirs they ought to be coming down from a mountain dragging stone tablets. I guess all I can do is keep not shaving and see how things pan out.

Here we are on day one of the competition.

BOOK NEWS: While I had hoped the print version would be available for Christmas, we are still patiently working through the process. I guess the book will be ready for Christmas - 2012. Hopefully, we're be up and running somewhat earlier.
In the mean time the e-book is available at Amazon for a measly 5 bucks. Just lick on the link below.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Saturday, March 3, 2012

The Chandler Arizona Centennial Whiskerino Contest, Griggits and THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON

This is a Griggit. I created him. Creating Griggits has failed to yield me one red cent. Maybe some day...

The majority of my free time has recently been spent grading 150 five-page research papers and babbling incoherently to myself about the iniquities of banks and oil companies.

The most interesting thing that has recently happened to me involves the crop of hair that I have been cultivating on the lower half of my face. Me beard growing team is just about a fifth of the way though the 100 day Chandler, Arizona Centennial Whiskerino Contest. My beard is feeling a bit scratchy and looking a lot scruffy. As a matter of fact, earlier this week I was standing in front of the local supermarket with an empty coffee cup in  my hand when a passer by dropped ten bucks in my cup and said, "Here you go, pal. Go get yourself a shower and something to eat."

In case your new to this blog, I am promoting my new book THE EIGHT -FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON, a quirky collection of mostly true stories about growing up in 1970s Southern California. You can download the e-book for a measly 5 bucks at
The bound version will be available sometime before 2040.

Why are oil companies charging so much for gas?
Because they can.