Two Letters, Two Brothers, Ten Years Apart

At one time I had thought about making a category here called “Letters.” My intention was the sort of free-writing that comes from penning those cathartic letters that you never actually send to anyone, but that are great therapy to write. I also thought I might write some “open letters” to whomever out there, the…

Freaky Bug Incident, a Bauman Boys Adventure

The last few nights I’ve been combing through old files, looking for half-finished poems, and forgotten first drafts. And to my delight I’ve found a few gems to be polished and finished. Some I may send off to who-knows-yet-where and a couple I may share with you. But first I wanted, on this first weekend…

Flashback Friday: More Dad Libs for Family Fun

Last Friday I reblogged as a flashback an old post called Dad Libs, a Mad Libs Alternative. This week I’m including one that never made it from the family YouTube channel here to the blog, so I know it will be new to most of you. I’ve decided to include our very first Dad Libs…

Have I Introduced You to the Other Poet in the Family?

Yes, I have three sons. One is the Compassionate Scholar. The second is the Bohemian Musician. And the youngest is the Irascible Writer. Each is different, and each possess a killer, nearly subversive sense of humor. Alas, I cannot fathom its origin. For the moment, only the writer has a WordPress blog (that I know…

Mafia Pizza and Soft Scrambled Eggs

The boys and I went out for our bi-weekly pizza Monday night. As usual we hit our favorite pizza joint over near the University.  The running joke in the family is that we wish we could figure out where this pizza place orders our pizza from. They never seem to have any customers except for…

Grateful Slideshow

Well, it was a busy day for me, but I’m home. Called my dad. Going to call my boys. I hope wherever you are, your Thursday was good to you. And if you live in the United States, I wish you a happy Thanksgiving. There are a lot of great people in my life that…