The Crispy Club

The Crispy Club

I only met Dolores once but she’s been part of our lives for a long time. The Mom of one of my wife’s friends, Dolores met my son Henry when he was a toddler and instantly felt a connection with him. Henry doesn’t speak using his voice yet manages to be remarkably...
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The Nashville Method

When I think about how my favorite albums were created my head fills with images of late night, smoke-filled control rooms. Boozy bandmates sitting on 4AM couches not having seen the light of day in half a week waiting for the producer to get the drum kit set up in...
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The Storm

We were sitting in the car in front of our apartment when my wife told me we were drowning. It was a Thursday and I had come home early as I did on Thursdays every week in order to pick up my son from his occupational therapy appointment downtown. A small concession...
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The Integrity of Integrity

Russell walked into the gym handsome and charming and armed with a British accent. I disliked him right away. I tend to appreciate people who are a bit more rough around the edges. Plus I’ve never met anyone who exuded all of these beautiful attributes who wasn’t, to...
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A Selfless Act of Selfishness

Even I have to admit, the past few weeks have been a bummer. First, I told you the story of Dolores and how her simple and beautiful acts of kindness toward my son impacted me and had me grieving the death of a person I barely even knew. I told you about our dear...
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The School Bus Incident

I wasn’t there the night that Rob Oldman and my group of friends stole two yellow buses from inside the locked gates of the Maplewood Elementary School parking lot on a random Thursday evening in the late Spring of our junior year in high school. Not sure of the...