I'm not a novelist, or writer of fictional short stories. I find it difficult to piece together all the characters, plots and scenes throughout a longer piece and make it interesting. But I do often come up with short vignettes, what I like to call "first scenes" of what could be a longer story. This is one of them. It's short, and it lacks context, but it came to me this morning ... from where, I have no idea. Anyway, enjoy. ***** I sat alone, smoking a cigarette, my first i

I heard the following a few years back (probably when we were sitting at home waiting for the world to “open up” again): “Sitting is the new smoking.” I’m guessing you heard that as well; likely from a source that will, in a moment, become the topic of this piece. With that in mind, and after some recent observation of human behavior (including my own), I’d posit that “scrolling” (the act of “thumbing” through one’s device for minutes or sometimes hours at a time) might be ju

I had something teed up for today. It was, in my mind, thoughtful and somewhat pithy. But halfway through, my brain said, "You know, Dave, today's not the day for this one. I think we should share something from the archives." I thought that was good advice, and so I'm bringing you this piece from 2022 which is, well, about my brain and what goes on in there. Enjoy. I'll see you next week with that thoughtful, pithy piece I started early this morning. ***** Today, I find myse