All you need is love, we’re told.

With the outcome of yesterday’s election, I’m seeing a range of emotions from my friends.

Some are thrilled with the result; others are fearful.

Eight years ago, I was afraid of what an Obama presidency held for the country. In my adult life, I had never had a president who’s policies I opposed as much as Obama. Now, with Obama’s presidency drawing to a close, America has withstood his time in office, just as it will withstand a Trump presidency.

I’m not here to tell you that everything will be alright; hell, I didn’t vote for either major party candidate.

I’m here to say that as a fellow human, I love you. I may disagree with you, but I will love you.

It does scare me that some people will be emboldened to act like the assholes they are, but when they do, I will stand up for you.

We don’t have to agree on everything to get along with each other. Stop, listen to one another, and learn from those around you.

It is not the President’s job to micromanage the country; the President is to set policy with the approval of Congress and enforce it.

It’s our job to care for each other, to be kind to each other, to love each other.


November Rain

For the first time in my adult life, I don’t know who I’m casting a vote for in the Presidential race.

I can tell you why I don’t want to vote for the candidates presented to me.

Politcally, I don’t agree with just about anything Hillary Clinton stands for. Nothing she wants to implement aligns with what I believe.

Personally, I think she’s a despicable human being; Benghazi, the personal email server (which KILLS me as an IT guy), her financial dealings, the Clinton foundation and so on.

Politically, Donald Trump isn’t a conservative, but somehow he managed to survive the Battle Royale that was the Republican convention. Now, he’s the nominee. If he chooses to line up with the GOP platform, and learn to hold his tongue a bit more, perhaps he could be ok, but I have my doubts.

Trump comes across to me as a shyster, a hustler who will only make a deal when he comes out on top. He’s a blowhard who can’t handle criticism and has to rebutt anyone who criticizes him. While he did manage increase his wealth from a decent amount of inheritance, what does he *actually* own, aside from naming rights? There’s just something about Trump that makes me feel gross.

Gary Johnson: I want to like this guy, but he’s coming across as either an idiot, or careless. Not everyone can know everything, so I’ll forgive him on the Aleppo gaffe, but he just seems a little too out of it to guide the country. I also think he’s a liberal masquerading as a libertarian.

Jill Stein: yeah, nope.

So where does that leave me? I’m still going to the polls and voting for state and local races, but I’m not sure about the top of the ticket. I believe that the only wasted vote is a no vote, but do I really have to eat a crap sandwich just because it’s served to me?

In the end, I know the God is in control, no matter who is in the Oval Office. That brings me solace.

November Rain

Spinning wheel, spinning ’round

There comes a time when a man realizes his mortality.

How’s that for an opening statement?

With my birthday coming up, I’ll have one more year in my 30s, then I’ll be “old.” I don’t think 40 is all that old, but I guess old habits die hard. My friends like to remind me that I’m the “old man” in our circle, even though I’m not the oldest one.

This past Saturday, we gathered to lay my maternal grandfather to rest. Grandpa had 87 good years on this earth: husband, father, grandfather, business owner, Korean War veteran. He loved his St. Louis Cardinals and Nascar racing. He loved his family; the day before he passed, my mom had brought my grandmother to the hospital to visit him, and some of his last words were to my grandmother: “Mary, I love you.”

I know that I won’t live forever, that I’m mortal. I also know that I’ve made my arrangements for the afterlife. Now, to live in a fashion that gets the most out of every day, not in some extreme sense, but to live each day in a satisfied manner.

Spinning wheel, spinning ’round

it’s the little things in life

I haven’t written in a while, so I thought it was time to do so.

I’m sitting in my living, on the new to us loveseat Holly and I bought on Sunday, letting my mind spool down from my day. There’s a fire in the fireplace, and Lumos is next to me, wishing he was on my lap instead of my laptop.

I’m so very thankful for many things today.

A great group of friends who get together on a regular basis.

A church family we enjoy.

A solid job.

A warm home.

Food on the table and in the pantry and refrigerator.


My dog.

My amazing wife. Love, you are truly out of my league.

These are just a few of the things that bring joy to my life at this time. I am content.

it’s the little things in life

Another lap around the sun

Another birthday has come and gone.

Another lap around the sun in this race called life.

To be honest, I don’t really see birthdays as all that special anymore. When I was a kid, it was always “I wonder what presents I’ll get,” and “I wonder what kind of cake Mom made me.”

Anymore, it’s almost just another day.


My birthday still means something to me, just not in the same vein it did when I was a kid. I received several birthday well wishes on Facebook, and for that I am grateful. I know there are folks who didn’t need a reminder to know it was my birthday. I took doughnuts into work for everyone in the office and had a normal day at work, followed by my normal Thursday evening. Nothing about that day particularly stood out, other than it was a Thursday. Holly and I went to AJ Bombers on Friday night and had burgers, and met up with her family on Saturday for lunch. I enjoyed the company and the celebration, but something felt different this year.

I know I’m running  the risk of sounding like an ungrateful bastard; honestly, it meant the world to me to be honored on my birthday, but I can’t figure why this year felt “different”, or even what felt “different” about any of it.

Maybe it’s the thought that this is year my 20 year reunion of my high school class, and that I really didn’t like high school.

Maybe it’s that I’m 20 years removed from high school.

Maybe it’s that I’m not getting any younger.

Maybe it’s that I realize that I’m getting older, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

Another lap around the sun

where does the time go?

ok, so I’ve been a little slack on the whole writing thing…my bad.

I started school up again. I attend class once a week at the local tech school, working to improve my knowledge in the black magic of information technology. This semester’s class: Linux. So far, I’m loving it. I have previous experience with Linux in a couple of different forms, so this class will fill in gaps and stretch my mind.

Holly and I took an afternoon and headed to Chicago for dinner at one of our favorite restaurants for a delayed Valentine’s Day meal, then bopped around town before hitting the Hard Rock Cafe to replace the Hurricane glasses Holly prefers to use around the house. We stopped by Lincoln Park, but it was too cold to get out and walk around the lagoon in the conservatory as we like to do in the summer.

At this point, I’m ready to be done with winter, just like everyone else. The forecast calls for more snow this week before a warm up. I’m ready for baseball and racing season to start.

where does the time go?

Attack of the Polar Vortex

As the weather has made quite clear, Wisconsin, and most of the country actually, is enduring a harsh cold snap. The high today hit 15 below zero, and the wind chills were near 50 below zero.

That makes for a fun day when one of your cars won’t start.

Fortunately, my wife already had a planned day off of work, so I was able to take her car as she had no plans to venture out into the Hoth-like abyss.

I was able to get my car started after getting home from work, so we now have (as of right now) to functioning cars. We’ll see what the morning brings.

The other lesson we’ve learned, being new to home ownership, is to make sure the exhaust for the furnace is clear and free from ice. We’ve now had to clear exhaust three separate times since Friday. Our furnace is one year old and has a built in safety feature to shut down when it can’t exhaust properly, so our indicator has been a less than warm house.

I don’t ever recall hearing the phrase “polar vortex” when I was a kid, or even before today, but that’s what meteorologists are calling this wonderful phenomenon that we are experiencing. I always thought it was just really really cold, and that in a few days, it would pass, as this cold snap is forecast to do. It’s going to be a little weird on Friday when we hit 35 degrees and it’ll feel like spring.

Packer football is done; now it’s the countdown to racing and baseball. Hopefully this year proves to be a good one for both my drivers and my local nine.


Attack of the Polar Vortex