Profits Before Pancakes

My wife has what some (read: me) might call a masochistic digital habit. She will scroll her social media feeds in search of videos creat...

His latest violation of the Good Samaritan Act “So, I pull up to the curb opposite this woman, right?” My father is glowing. He loves the...

I’m partial to movies that begin with some variation of the phrase “Based on a true story.” I think it’s because I’m generally optimistic...

“I didn’t know this came with a show.” “This one’s free.” “Ooooh.” “You’ll have to pay for the next one.” “When’s that?” “Any time.” *Gig...

It's 2019. My mother and I are watching half a summer's worth of our yard-sale finds being sold at a live auction. Strange stuff is happe...

“You can sit anywhere you like.” Anywhere we like. I see. The table to our left was plastic, its top scorched and sprinkled with black bi...

More than a century ago, Theodore Roosevelt went hunting. Being the President of the United States, he was entitled to certain perks. He ...

“Your mother’s pulled her rib… or something,” my father said, leaning his head out the window. “Do you wanna come with me again?” I wasn'...

My father called me last night to talk about Saturday’s article. I was immediately nervous. It’s hard to write about the people that you ...

My father wears blue jeans every single day. It could be a million degrees outside (like this morning) and he’ll still rock denim. He doe...

A revision from Monday’s post: Dinky Toys can be worth a lot of money, but like most things in this business, collectors are extremely pi...

Saturday, July 25th I work part time for an agency that supports families and at-risk youth. A few times a month, I’m saddled with an ove...

I used my Google Machine to find the cake pan. It’s much easier to research and appraise items that are labeled with their name and manuf...

It took me an hour before I noticed that my mother’s crewneck long-sleeve shirt was on inside out. Her embarrassment was mitigated by the...

My father got straight to the point. [1] “I like your bayonet. You’ve got something special there.” He knew it was a bayonet and not a li...

My mother broke a thirty second window of silence with a random question. “Did you know they made a movie about this town?” I shook my he...

I set my painting down on top of a mirror-less vanity in my parents' garage. I rested the Miller sign against the vanity’s legs. Then I w...

I settled into the driver’s seat of my Dodge Caravan and sighed. It had been three, maybe four months since I had been conscious before s...