Is That You, Woody?


Ah, Fall, the greatest of seasons. I completely embrace that unbridled, yet never realized, Rockwellian ideal of Autumn. Pumpkin everything until you want to spit the seeds at a nun. But when it begins … you kiss your kiddies goodbye as they climb the steps of the bus, you ceremoniously high-five your spouse and venture [...]

I’m Finally Sporting Wood Again

Believe it or not, this place gives me wood.

And I gotta tell you–it feels SO good. I’ve not sported it in forever. Way longer than I care to admit. I mean, color me old school, but I’m one of those who think that to be a true man, you gotta have at least a little wood. And if you go too long without sporting [...]