Operatic and Sotted Last night the Tonics and Tangurays were put down with all the savageness of a ravenous wolf let loose in a sheep farm. As usual, the site of the sanguinary slide was the Stardust Lanes, and although I actually never got around to bowling a single frame I did sit mesmerized for …

No Sign of The Skelton Code My brother snapped this picture of our namesake sign outside the townhall of our very own township. Neither of us had any idea there was even a township in Minnesota called Skelton. I already feel an immediate kinship to the 372 people who live there. And I kind of …

We Have Cans I was standing outside moments ago when a guy on a bike rode by hauling three huge bags filled with hundreds of cans. He was no doubt on his way to get paid from the recycling plant down the street. Just as he passed me, a megaphone narration broke the air and …

It’s amazing how many books you can crush in a long weekend when the usual distractions of reality television, computers, tire changing, grocery shopping duties, and most importantly, humans are removed from the equation. Only the sounds of cardinals and giant mosquitoes were left to remove me from the printed word. I blasted through two …

Unplugging for the Fourth I’m not a big Fourth of July fan. Crowds, alcohol induced patriotism, and explosives will always lead to the inevitable post holiday assortment of news reports documenting the twisted nights of the unkept and dumb. It’s always the best time of year to get as far away from humanity as possible. …

The Vans Warp Tour My favorite people at the Vans Warped Tour turned out to be these two hired cops. I asked if they would pose for this shot in front of the Marines recruiting station that was right next to the drug paraphernalia, hippie, rastafarian tent (man, talk about choosing the red pill or …

Summer Anvil Drop I took this snap just as a watermelon exploded all over this car that was being softened up for the Annual Anvil Drop that happens at the tool shop just down the road on Washington Avenue. When the Anvil finally fell the car was annihilated. There was a band in the back …

Angels Overloaded Enough already. I’ll go see the damn movie. I’ll even sign something that obligates me to see the movie but please stop the hype train and the endless publicity saturation that hides around every corner, magazine cover, and television channel. Is it too late to edit the ending of the new Charlie’s Angels …

The Nu Analog I picked up this sweet General Electric Solid State Porta-Fi stand alone stereo cabinet with turntable yesterday from the Salvation Army. Wow, what a warm sound. I have it set up in the office. Right now I’m rocking a little Jimi Hendrix ‘Band of Gypsys’ and the bass is bouncing all over …