My parents had a firm rule for me whenever we visited Cantigny: touch…nothing. Actually, in my case, this rule was generally applied to all situations (in stores, people’s houses, petting zoos, etc.), but here at the park it was reinforced, especially when it came…to the fountain.
“They want us to do what?” I was stunned. Kay consulted her notes again. “They don’t have any counselors for this camp, and the director wants each of us to lead a small group for the next two weeks. “ “We…each get a group?” I could almost feel the blood draining from my face. This … Continue reading A Fish Out of Water
Mock me if you will, but for several summers during my college years, I was a Civil War reenactor, proudly serving with the 64th Illinois Infantry. I spent a number of weekends dressing up as a soldier, camping out, having mock gun fights to the delight of audiences, and generally geeking out on all things … Continue reading Private Dexheimer: Civil Warrior…Sort Of
I sometimes wonder if the Cubs had a hand in shaping my outlook on life, or maybe I was drawn to the team because of my pre-existing pessimism. I can’t imagine what will happen if the Cubs finally win the World Series. Perhaps my head will explode. I’m willing to risk it though.
A visit to Hannibal, Missouri in the spring of 2005 was the setting for one of those villainous acts which led to me being a fugitive, albeit briefly, from local authorities. It has taken me almost 11 years to come to grips with this particular skeleton in my closet, but now is the time for the truth to come out.
I am not the man you think I am!
My writing output has taken a serious nose dive the last couple of months. This is due to the fact that I have recently picked up a second job delivering pizza (which has quickly become my second full-time job). This has proven to be quite the educational experience for me, and I have written down … Continue reading What I Have Learned While Delivering Pizza
The bright color of the fruit having caught my eye, I picked one off and examined it. Purely for experimental purposes, I threw the tomato at our fence to see what it would do. It exploded against the wood in a red, and quite satisfying, splotch of glory.