We rose before the sun, humid November chill biting at us all the way to the shower. The bathroom steamed up quickly. I didn’t want to get out, but we were due on Tybee Island by 6 a.m. It was time for Jody and me to become movie stars.
Oh, the party record. It’s such a foreign idea, inviting over a bunch of guys, busting out the highball glasses and the Vienna sausages stabbed with ornamental toothpics and listening to an album full of dirty jokes.
I’m off an adventure soon on behalf of The Good Men Project. A couple of colleagues and I are going to Ireland courtesy of the good folks at Jameson to see what a real St. Patty’s is all about. While I’m there I’ll be live tweeting, etc., and before I go I’ll make sure Wimbot is fully charged and covering my Why It Matters duties.
Here’s the first of my Ireland pieces, which is actually really from an Irish pub in my hometown. Cheers!
I guess that’s not a big surprise. The end of things is a big deal: just ask Jim Morrison, beautiful friend. Those moments stick with us, whether they are the death of a romance, a loved one, a chance, an era.
I had a rough time knocking 150 “last” songs down to 10 deep cuts, but here they are:
I’m at a point in the Why It Matters story that I’ve been waiting to get to for a very long time. This story arc has been hanging out there for months, and every time I thought about it my next thought was “I can’t wait for Laura B. to read this.”
She never will, because on December 26, 2013 one of my best friends I’ll never meet passed away. Even though she was just comments on a screen, I miss her dearly.
I think Laura would’ve enjoyed the story that’s starting to unfold here on Mondays, and I hope she’d enjoy having a “Deep Cuts” dedicated to her. I’m not going to include any commentary with these cuts, because honestly writing this intro made me weepy and I don’t think I can handle much more. I miss you, Laura B.
Well, not new. This piece ran last week on The Good Men Project, but the AARP website just picked it up so it’s new to them. And even before its GMP run, it appeared here in less family-friendly form as “Susan Sarandon, Are You Listening?” (Note: She hasn’t called yet, but I’m a patient guy.)
It’s one of my favorite pieces, and I hope their audience likes it. I hope you like it, too, and while you’re there click those “like” and “tweet” buttons for me, would ya? A guy can always use a little help.
Here it is: 7 Reasons Why Older Men Love Older Women
A movie came to town. This was big news in little Savannah, not that this was the first film shot in the poor man’s Charleston. The fountain in Forsythe Park was featured in a key scene of Burt Reynolds’s Gator, so we had that going for us. Continue reading