I’ll never forget my eighth grade Civics class with Mr. Patterson. He was a tall, slender, silver-haired man tasked with teaching us the great responsibilities and privileges of citizenship. And we were singularly focused on attending “The New York Trip,” which also included DC and Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Besides learning the…
This is our first weekend after the All Stars season of soccer tournaments. After several months of three to five games every weekend, I was completely at a loss. What do we even do on weekends? Then today we went to back-to-back kid parties and I kind of remembered. About two…
It is with the deepest grief and a sincere sense of loss that the family of Chicken Sando Fucillo, of San Luis Obispo, shares her passing on the morning of Saturday, February 1, 2020. Chicken, or as her friends and family called her, Sando, is devotedly loved and mourned by her…
For exactly 41 days, Devon is seven, and Nate is eight.
This weekend was our second to last All Stars tournament here in the slo town. Yesterday it was perfectly sunny and 75. I should have anticipated that it draws teams from hours away. Based on the large number of teams, we had our first game Friday night. 7PM at the end of…
And then on November 3rd, I may have posted the following on Nextdoor… The Soup Pot At the risk of inviting unwanted internet animal activism, I’m writing this post in a moment of need. We’re looking for someone possessing the skills to humanely butcher our big, young rooster. Our peaceful…
Jake and Nate are keeping lifetime score of any and all verbal transgressions their adult role models may utter in a moment of weakness. My moment of infamy is the time the boys and I were parked at a gas station in Prunedale. We were on our way to Santa Cruz when James…
This weekend we had our first “sleep away” tournament. On Friday night we made it down to the Sideways Inn in Santa Ynez. The boys hitched a ride with their friends and when I finally arrived after work, they were all hopped-up on the excitement of roaming the halls of…
So Mohawk, Pipsqueak and Silver spent their chickhood in the artist’s studio. It was secure. It was warm. And it soon smelled, unfortunately, like a real coop. Over the spring, they graduated from a red, rinky-dink cardboard corral to a big metal horse trough. Silver was the most tame, followed…
So it always goes something like this: Jacob, James, Nate. Maybe me. This is the predictable course of every common school-age fever, sneeze, rash, or barf bug as it makes its way through our household. Jacob is our entry point. Every. Single. Time. This year we seemed to get through…