In Vino Veritas

Imagine, if you will, hunting a tyrannosaurus rex with a Nerf gun. There you are sitting in a tree you climbed, scoping for the illusive T-Rex. There are myriad raptors in the jungle doing their thing, but you’re holding out for the big guy. After hours of waiting, a cacophony of sound erupts from the floor below. Dinosaurs were running from something, and they were running fast. Tremors start shaking the tree, and they’re getting bigger. It’s heading…

There’s just something about running until your legs don’t work anymore. So, time changed on Sunday. I’m not talking in an existential manner or anything. The cosmos shifted, dimensions coalesced and in spots of Newark pigeons walk backward… no, nothing like that. We were thrust forward an hour, unless you reside in Arizona, Hawaii, Puerto Rico, et al. For most people who work Monday through Friday this equaled less sleep-in time. However, for over 25,000 people that congregated at Dodger…

Well another birthday just happened. They say that time speeds up as you get older, but for me it has slowed down to a crawl. I don't mind in the slightest. I just started my third quarter on my quest for a Masters degree. I have three more quarters of Psychology left before I switch schools and start the Masters program. Being in school is delicious. It gets the brain juices…

This is how it all began… I was waiting in line for a taco at a truck twenty minutes from my house.  It was the kind of taco that was so good you craved it even though its meat origins were suspect. Is this brain? tongue? Is it even cow? There was always a line, and the last three times I was there I was pulled away before reaching the front. One time I remembered I’d left my freshly washed shoes…