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Le roi est mort; vive le roi

by Ozymandias | Nov 14, 2019 | Family, History

It was warm for November, at least by the standards of most of the men….

Misadventures in Bikepacking

by Trials and Trippelations | Oct 20, 2019 | Family, Fun, Travel

Recently, my family and I went on a bikepacking trip.

How I Became a Libertarian: Southern Child Edition

by Don Escaped Zaxby's | Oct 11, 2019 | Family, Libertarianism, Liberty, Politics

That’s where I remain.

What To Expect When You Are Expecting A Death

by Chafed | Oct 3, 2019 | Advice, Family, Finance

At least twice here at my home away from home someone has raised the prospect of the imminent death of someone close to the them and their concerns about what would follow.

Violins of Hope

by I. B. McGinty | Aug 29, 2019 | Family, History, LifeSkills, Music, Pastimes

I like to build stuff and after meeting with those heading the project I had absolutely no idea what to build for them. So I did what I do best.

Genetic Genealogy

by SP | Aug 16, 2019 | Family, Privacy, Society

Yes, I’m a genealogy geek. No, you can’t have my DNA.

Siblings and Rivalry

by Fourscore | Aug 13, 2019 | Family, Society

Families come in all different packages, especially in today’s world.

A day at the park

by blackjack | Jul 25, 2019 | Cops, Crime, Drugs, Education, Family, History, LifeSkills, Musings, Opinion, Rant, Regulation, Travel, Yoots

In the summer of ’81, I was 15 years old. I wasn’t your average teen.

Gone Fishing….

by Fourscore | Jul 9, 2019 | Family, Pastimes

As time went by I learned a lot watching and reading about fishing and hunting.

Grandpa’s Watch

by Animal | Jun 24, 2019 | Family, History, In Memoriam, Outdoors

Note: A preview from my upcoming autobiography, Life’s Too Short to Smoke Cheap Cigars (Or to Drink Cheap Whiskey.)

A Chronicle of the Insurgency, Part Five: At Home with the Hasturs

by Tonio | Jun 19, 2019 | Entertainment, Family, Fiction, Games, Satire

Junior stood on the sidewalk back against the building wall with his “Abortion is Murder” sign. Most of the passing college students looked at him with disgust. A few were visibly angered and mouthed or muttered insults or flipped him off. He ignored them and kept scanning the crowd for possible threats. A fat dyke waddled by, the saggy jowls of her thighs flapping against her knees. She fixed him with a porcine look of hatred.