Last post cut to the bone. The Gearhead is licking his wounds, but he’s from good strong stock. He can take it. About stock, though, not taking stock, good grief,…
“why does dad always get to pick the Christmas tree?” We were walking through the woods, following the Gearhead. He was wading through scrub grass, well-dusted with snow. He carried…
“what smells?!” Sundays I cook double… in order to negotiate a week of kids extracurricular activities, a full time job, being a member on two different community food initiatives (three…
In my last post, some of you may have detected the barely concealed restraint as I described what a gearhead is. While I was snapping photos and typing away, the…
