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  • When Cool Peaked and Never Came Back

    GenX or as I’d like to say it, Gen Us— wasn’t just a generation—it was an 18-wheeler doing a burnout in the parking lot of history while Rock Ballads blasted through the tape deck. It was loud, proud, and occasionally covered in glitter and neon zebra print. Everybody—and I mean everybody—was there. Michael Jackson was…

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  • Driven Mad: A Life in Cars

    You know how it is with people and cars. Some folks couldn’t care less—as long as it’s got four wheels and doesn’t explode every Tuesday, they’re happy. To them, it’s just a box to get from A to B without getting arrested. Others? They treat cars like rolling symphonies. Every curve is sculpture. Every exhaust…

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  • A Promise Worth Keeping

    We are Americans. Did we forget? We were the ones who stepped in when others couldn’t. We stood up for the small and the voiceless. We gave hope when the world went dark. We didn’t always get it right— truth is, we messed up more than once. But falling short was never the goal. Our…

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  • DIY: Why My Toolbox Now Includes a First Aid Kit

    People are obsessed with DIY these days. Why? I am not sure but I’ve some idea on why they do it. For some, it’s a fun hobby. For others, it’s therapy, their way of unwinding, and relaxing. But for the rest of us? It’s a fast track to the ER and a drawer full of…

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  • The Hunters Return: A Memorial Day Reflection

    America is having a bit of trouble with her image these days. Like a teenager whose going through some changes — hormones swirling, emotions swinging wild like a kite on a particularly windy day. She’s not bad, mind you, in a phase. Just confused, maybe. Awkward. Kicking out at the world, not because she’s cruel…

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  • Where Everybody Knows Your Name and a Cheers to Norm, One Last Round

    You ever get one of those moments—like when the wind shifts just right and brings in a smell you haven’t smelled in years? Cut grass and diesel fuel, maybe. Or cinnamon from your grandmother’s kitchen. Well, that happened to me this morning. Not with wind. With email. Yeah, I know. Not very poetic. But sometimes…

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  • The Wild, the Weird, and the Wonderfully West Virginian

    January 2013. I rolled into Lewisburg, West Virginia, at precisely 8 PM after a long but admittedly beautiful drive from Pennsylvania. It was the kind of drive that makes you feel like you’re in an advert for winter tires—curving roads, mountains, light snow, and just enough loneliness to feel dramatic but not suicidal. First impressions?…

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  • The Modern World is Bonkers, and I’ve Had Enough

    By a thoroughly fed-up citizen with a decent grasp of reality… Sort of. Our neighborhood is the kind of place where you’d half expect to see a watercolor painter on every corner. It’s peaceful, leafy, and delightfully boring in the best way—until, that is, some cretin in a beat up car comes barreling down the…

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  • Flying: The Sky’s the Limit, Sanity Optional

    Flying used to be glamorous. I’m talking about the golden age—suits, silk ties, champagne served by flight attendants with teeth so perfect they could light up a runway. It was the Concorde, it was Pan Am, it was James Bond having a Vodka Martini “shaken, not stirred”. Now? It’s not travel. It’s airborne livestock logistics.…

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  • Why Every World Leader Should Be an Astronaut

    Fellow wanderers, armchair explorers, and those who still dream of faraway lands while sipping coffee on the porch. Let’s ponder about traveling. Not the kind where you rush through airport terminals, snap a few pictures of famous landmarks, and call it a day. No, I mean real traveling—the kind that soaks into your bones, shifts…

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