I am a man in late middle age but am still very amused by how much airports look like Richard Scarry’s “Busytown” with all the odd-looking, purpose-specific vehicles zipping to and fro.

Wouldn’t be a visit to rural Ohio without a bear sighting from the neighbors down the road.

A very lovely temperate June day in the Midwest now feels alarmingly humid to me due to Calification.

The boarding process: “We’d like to welcome our active duty service members. Diamond level Travelstar card holders. Parents with small children. People with airline-branded credit cards. Investors in our parent company’s class A stock. Those holding active lottery tickets. Anyone with freckles. Unaccompanied service animals.” [stares out at mostly empty gate area, sighs deeply] “…and Bob.”

Oh brother 🙄

Some days I think I’m going to need to retire if I’m ever going to be able to properly maintain my home.

Don’t we already have a word for this?

I recently heard the term “Maycember” to compare the overscheduled nature of the end of the school year with the December holiday event madness. Living it now.