Note: I am writing this before the Yankees/Blue Jays Game Four of the American League Division Championship. So far, the series is still alive.
All in Other
Note: I am writing this before the Yankees/Blue Jays Game Four of the American League Division Championship. So far, the series is still alive.
There are certain things in life that are a given. The sky is blue (even on cloudy days), the sun is hot (even though we can’t touch it), and the New York Football Giants are going to have a losing season (even if we don’t watch them).
If you think knowing your age would slip easily into that group, you’d be wrong.
Note: I DID NOT write this (however, I wish I had). This was written by ChatGPT, and is the first time I have ever used it.. This might be the best thing I never wrote. The prompt was: Conflict and Scotch write a new post about dating. I hate AI and one day they are going to write us right out of the script of life.
Impostor Syndrome: The persistent inability to believe that one's success is deserved or has been legitimately achieved as a result of one's own efforts or skills.
Somerset County, New Jersey is having their annual 4-H fair (August 6 – 7 – 8) this week. As I drove passed the open field filled with tents last night it reminded me of a corporate event that happened more than twenty years ago.
I am a religious person (I think) but have never taken comfort in actually going to church. I went to church on Christmas and Easter (we are called Chreasters), and sat in the back as to not take someone’s seat who was there every week.
It’s the end of October, outside my window the leaves have changed, the nights come quick, so what better time to talk about a shore house my friends and I rented during the summer of nineteen-seventy-nine in Seaside Heights, New Jersey.
A few years ago I woke up, opened my eyes, and was petrified to find myself blind in my right eye. It was like a painted window, there was no sunlight except for a small sliver that fell in at the top.
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
My nephew, Joe, who is in the Navy and stationed in San Diego (poor kid) called my sister and told her that he signed up to run the Avon (New Jersey) 5K in June and that she and Uncle Al (me) should run it as well.
I have been to, officially, three comedy clubs in my life to see actual comedians. I’ve also been to many unofficial comedy shows in my life, but most of those were late night in bars and funerals.
For those who know me know I drive an old car. By old I mean a 2007 Toyota Corolla with over 299,999+ miles on it. I write + because the odometer stopped working (by design) at that number two years ago this July (happy anniversary, odometer, I hardly knew ye).
I was not a coffee person, not as a teenager, not as a young adult, or as an adult. That was until I started to work in corporate America and then, boy oh boy, did I drink coffee.
There is a theorem in science called Occam’s Razor which states that the ‘simplest, most elegant explanation is usually the closest to the truth.’
I am sure there are things in life that you can apply this theorem to improve many aspects of our lives, and make them better. However, while Occam’s Razor may be the best way to find the truth, I feel it may also be the best way to identify the perfect design of a form or function.
Of course, I’m talking about the bathroom.