Going Postal?

Going Postal?

The air was cold and there was a thin fresh layer of snow on the ground on a cloudy afternoon in late January. My neighbor who looks after a few children, as well as her own, during the day had just put all of the little people down for their naps when someone started pounding on her door and ringing her doorbell over and over. My home in Sioux Falls sets above street level by approximately three to three and a half feet. This means that the portion of the driveway from the sidewalk (at street level) to the main driveway (by the house) is about a 20º to 25º incline. It's not so steep that I cannot drive up and down it in the winter, but it's steep enough…
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In Speed Dating, take the First Off-Ramp

In Speed Dating, take the First Off-Ramp

The following is based on actual events, but they've been spiced up a bit, perhaps This week a friend of mine went speed dating. No, "my friend" isn't me - believe me, if I ever go speed dating, I'll be back with stories to tell, uncensored and unabashedly. Waiting for that night to come was like plucking eyebrows - painful and tedious. What to wear? What to say? Where to look? With no talent among his co-workers and colleagues, he was ready to meet some fine looking, speed dating ladies. As noted in the 40 Year old Virgin, this was a chance to cram years of pimpage into one evening. What a grand opporunity. The night finally arrived and he musked up and turned the charm up to maximum. As he arrived at…
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Skeptics?*

Skeptics?*

Yesterday was the first day of classes for the new semester. Monday is always a dreaded day, but with my first class at 11, I am confident I will suffer from fewer cases of the Mundays than most. The problem I foresee is that their cases of the Mundays could end up negatively affecting me and giving me a case of the Mundays too and pretty soon everyone's got a case of the Munday's and the terrorists have won. I don't know what I'm talking about so it's time for a new paragraph. With my return to what I like to call "law school base camp" I return to my dwelling beneath the "guls." As I drove there the fleeting thought crossed my mind that maybe things will be better…
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Returned from the Hunt

Returned from the Hunt

I just returned from a night out with one of my best hunting buddies. There were many a gazelle, but none were tackled. He's married, so he comes along for the thrill of the hunt and as an extra pair of eyes for me. Althought it's imprinted in every (straight) man's DNA, it isn't my style to be tackling random gazelles, so it's more of a sightseeing tour than hunting expedition. Here's the bottom line, I'm very happy with my life and the way it is right now. Everything changes, and I know that this won't last forever, but I'm not going to succumb to the pressure of finding a "gazelle" right now. With time, patience and the right kind of bait & decoys, I will capture find what I'm looking for,…
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