Retro Ramblings
The Game That Turned My Room Into a Highway
Rad Racer arrived and instantly convinced me I was a high‑speed prodigy, even though I spent most races wrapped around a palm tree. …
Front Porch Philosophy
Surviving Sunday Service With a Purse the Size of a Buick
There was a time when every church had at least three old ladies whose purses were less handbags and more portable command centers. You could have survived a long weekend …
Misadventures of Mickey Lee
Mickey Lee and the No‑Hands Disaster of ’87
Mickey Lee had watched Evel Knievel soar across the screen and decided he could do the same on his bicycle. One attempt later, he learned the hard way that mailboxes do not share his optimism. …
Retro Ramblings
I Never Liked Coy and Vance
Bo and Luke vanished from my screen, and I felt the loss instantly. A kid knows when something is wrong, and a kid knows when it comes back home. …
Front Porch Philosophy
Witch Hazel Was My Grandmother’s Cure For Everything
My grandmother swore witch‑hazel could fix anything. Bug bites, bruises, heartbreak, you name it. She dabbed it on with the same quiet confidence that made you believe healing was just part of her job. …
Essay
Rewinding WrestleMania 2
WrestleMania weekend always takes me back to the first one I ever saw on VHS, when WrestleMania 2 made me fall in love with wrestling for good. …
Retro Ramblings
Keep Your Feet On the Ground and Keep Reaching For the Stars
There are certain sounds that instantly transport you back in time. For me, one of those sounds is the voice of Casey Kasem echoing through the speakers on a lazy …
Retro Ramblings
I Used To Be the Ground Beef Bandit
I still walk past the meat section and feel that old urge to poke a pack of ground beef, a tiny reminder of the kid I used to be. …
Retro Ramblings
Still Waiting for My Treasure Map Thanks to The Goonies
The Goonies felt like childhood itself, a wild treasure hunt where friendship mattered more than fear and every kid believed adventure was waiting just past the front porch. …
Retro Ramblings
Back When Pop Culture Belonged to the Kids
Some days I swear I can still hear a VHS tape whirring to life, pulling me back to a world of theme songs, mall food courts, and Saturday mornings that felt like they could last forever. …