I wish I had a pencil-thin mustache


Actually I don’t, but I’ve always thought of this song as a distillation of the ethos that fuels much of this blog. It’s about nostalgia for the past, in a world that no longer remembers–or cares much about–the subjects in the remembrances. Just the way that it used to be.

I’m heading down to the Florida keys in the coming days, and either the atmosphere will make me want to put things on this blog all the time–as has happened on some trips I’ve taken–or it will make putting any thoughts together the furthest thing from my mind, which sometimes happens too. But I’ll be sure to enjoy it with some of the Jimmy Buffett music that the place has inspired through the years.


I get around


Over the past few days, following a 36-hour nostalgia bender in my hometown, I’ve written pieces that appeared on FiveWideSports, ThroughTheFenceBaseball, and ChicagoSideSports. And in this space, of course.

Translating the thoughts inside my head into words is something that I’ve always enjoyed. That’s a good thing, because anything stronger than caffeine has now been eliminated from my life.

It’s good to be back home, as always, but the weekend kicked up some new ideas inside my head. A few of them may even make it here, eventually. Who knows what the future holds?