The Blah Blahs and the Yada Yadas

It’s not everyone who can hold a drink. And no, I’m not talking about the fading art of balancing the wine glass. I was talking about the less literal, more common, and definitely more fun ritual most of our town toast to. Some people have iron, rust-proof chambers in their stomach that keeps them sober [...]

Regular readers of this site would know of the cold war and subsequent status quo between Hamish and his relatives over the quest for marital bliss. For those who came in late, I am at a stage in life where I put up trenches and shout “hold your fort” to imaginary comrades in the vain [...]

Those who know Hamish Joy are qualified to testify under oath - “Hammy? Oh, he’s Christian, I think, but he’s not really that religious, if you know what I mean.” Sure, I say ‘God’ and ‘Jesus Christ’, pretty often, but it is more frequently used as stress busting expressions than actual words of prayer. And [...]

The lighting was artificial, far from sufficient to navigate the terrain confidently. But he was thanful for whatever illumination it provided. The very thought of walking on the uncertain terrain in the dark brought a shudder to his spine. It was hard enough as it was.
His eyes darted across the place. Piles of random junk [...]

Boys don’t cry. Nah. They may run into nasty boo boos and get mommy to kiss the wounds from time to time, but at least when they’re with his gang, boys do NOT cry. And men. They do not cry. Ever! Nope. They can’t cry. The tear glands are there for decoration only.
Imagine Lois [...]