Category Archives: toledo

Our School Most Dear

I don’t really advertise the fact that I keep pages on MySpace and Facebook. Yes, I put the links on the sidebar of my Website, but I don’t talk about them that much because I don’t have a real interest in "recruiting" new "friends" on either site. The only real reason I have accounts on them is because some of the people I’ve met over the years have taken to them so much that messaging them on those Websites is often the only reliable way…

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Plumb Crazy

In addition to being sick, and just plain busy with a hundred things, it’s been hard for me to come here to write because most of my spare time has been spent following the election, and I just don’t have that much to say about the election. I’ve got the worst case of election burnout I can ever remember having, and instead of doing the smart thing and taking a break, I’m just going to tough it out for the next nineteen days. It’s not…

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Everything in its proper place

This past weekend I picked up a CD/DVD rack from Best Buy. Mind you, I haven’t exactly been buying that many CDs or DVDs (or even video games) lately, but I have bought so many books that I needed to repurpose one of my DVD towers for books. I put the storage rack together over the weekend, and it was a huge hassle because the directions weren’t all that clear; I had to put several of the supports on three different times before I got…

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Perception

Two of Dad’s loves were architecture and cars. One of the ways he put himself through college was to buy old cars that were being sold for a pittance, then fix them up and sell them for a big profit. You don’t want to know how many times I had to hear his speech about how the car companies are evil for making their cars impossible to fix on your own. (It’s not that I don’t agree with him, but after hearing the same speech…

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It’s all going away

Southwyck mall to close June 30 (toledoblade.com) It’s amazing how every little detail of something like Dad’s death seemed to add just that much more pain to the ordeal. When I was young, Dad always took me out to a bunch of places on Saturday morning and afternoon, as soon as my morning cartoons ended. He called it "Adventures," and in retrospect he was probably doing Mom a favour by getting me out of the house for a while, but I probably did more bonding…

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