I Suck as an Author

Yes, after much introspection, soul-searching, and a brief argument with a Magic 8-ball, I have come to a painfully obvious conclusion: I suck as an author. Oh, not as a writer. As a writer, I consider myself to be fairly decent, if a bit slow. I’m no Hemingway or Tolkien, of course, but my Jaben’s … Continue reading I Suck as an Author

My Half-Cent(ury)’s Worth

I turned 50 in the summer of 2013. It’s a milestone about which I have mixed emotions. On the one hand, I’m very happy—and mildly surprised—to have made it to 50, considering some of the “it seemed like a good idea at the time” actions of my youth. I don’t have any serious medical problems, … Continue reading My Half-Cent(ury)’s Worth

Sleeping in Luggage Racks

A.K.A. The Best Summer of My Life In the summer of 1982, one of my best friends and I toured with the Sky Ryders Drum & Bugle Corps out of Hutchinson, Kansas. Over the course of seven weeks, we traveled over 10,000 miles and did 33 performances, from Boston to San Diego, and Atlanta to … Continue reading Sleeping in Luggage Racks