Front Porch Philosophy
Two Hundred and Fifty Years of Hope, Hard Work, and Everyday Hands
(This is a post from my Front Porch Philosophy column on Facebook. If you’d like more thoughts and stories on [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
Garfield in Paradise Is Still a Summer Classic
This time of year when the days are long and the sun is hot, I always get nostalgic for those [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
Dick Tracy Hooked Me Back in 1990
The 1990 Dick Tracy movie hit me like a lightning bolt. I’d never seen anything so bright, strange, or stylish, and it pulled me straight into a world I didn’t even know existed. [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
Pet Ritz Cream Pies Were Like Frozen Slices of Summer
Frozen Pet Ritz pies turned ordinary evenings into little celebrations, just Mom and me, a glowing TV, and a cold slice of creamy magic that tasted like summer and comfort all at once. [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
The Timeless Joy of Cold Beer on a Hot Day
There is nothing like pulling a cheap beer from an ice filled cooler after a long hot day. That’s the sweet taste of nostalgia. [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
Porch Lights and the Slow Fade of Summer
Some evenings, right as the sun slips behind the hills off in the distance, the light hits the yard in [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
The Summer Jaws Ruined Water for Me
Jaws convinced seven‑year‑old me that every bathtub, pool, and puddle hid a shark waiting to strike the moment I stepped in. [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
The Way Summer Used to Feel
Summer once felt wide and endless, a season filled with dusty bike rides, late nights, and the kind of freedom only childhood ever really understands. [Continue Reading]
Retro Ramblings
Jitsu and the Golden Hand of Nostalgia
Jitsu wasn’t just another MOTU villain to me. That golden chop turned every battle into an event, and getting him back now feels like reclaiming a missing piece of my childhood. [Continue Reading]
Essay
Members Only: The Fashion Badge Every Kid Wanted
Members Only jackets weren’t just clothes. They were a badge of cool, a club every kid wanted into, even if we never made the cut. [Continue Reading]