Customer Disservice at Its Finest Bad customer service sure ain’t what it used to be. By John G. Stamos I’m a Boomer, so I’m relatively old. I attach more than a little wistfulness to this declaration. As I’ve aged, my personal nostalgia quotient has advanced along with the passing years, and I find myself at
The American Diner Diners are misunderstood as dull and lowly establishments, pitted unartfully along crumbling highways and forgotten byways. This is a mistake. The American diner is a humble, accessible gathering place where the spirit of this country rests and replenishes a fraying culture stretched in all directions. It links our past with the present,
Emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for Dummies Stow the papyrus and keep your mouth shut. We’re emoji-fried: Hieroglyphics for dummies are our quills, our ink, our paper, and our voices. By John G. Stamos It’s not a stretch to think that Alexander Graham Bell would have despised texting. After all, the man went to a hell of a
“Time and tide wait for no man… “ “Time and tide wait for no man… ” Nobody writes like Chaucer these days, and they don’t build watches – or men – like they used to. By John G. Stamos I thought the snippet of Chaucer’s line was appropriate for this particular discussion of men’s accoutrements…
Trees Trees mark the passing of time with centuries as hours, and they keep ancient secrets and harbor timeless mysteries. Their seeming impassiveness belies their power to enflame my heart and enchant my remembrances. By Allison McBain Hudson Every tree is a mystery. Each one beckons me with silent stories, secret whisperings, untold history. I
Legacy Inspired by the legacy of one I admired and loved dearly, I’ve discovered some of the most important and worthwhile of my own aspirations. By Allison McBain Hudson I don’t have a bucket list. I’m “only” 53 and hoping not to kick the bucket any time soon, but my kids think I’m ancient, so
Summer Cruisin’, American Style. Nothing holds the anticipation and excitement of summer and reliving a Golden Era of captured memories quite like the classic cars of mid-century America. From roaring engines to sweetheart bench seats, cruising still has the power and bittersweet air of a freedom that once was. By Jenna Stocker The Classic Car
Clash of the Control Titans What if you put two people with an overwhelming need to control the environment in the same space, but their respective ideas of “a place for everything and everything in its place” mean something entirely different? There may be underlying forces so powerful that we find a way to live
Irish Evening I’m forever amazed and heartened by the quiet, crepuscular triumph of an Irish evening over grey daytime skies and grey daytime notions. By Allison McBain Hudson It starts to get to me after a while, the greyness. Summer, says the calendar, but the Irish weather often seems to indicate no particular season –
A Wink and A Dash America’s still a “proper country,” as it was decades ago when suburban teenagers went cruising with family cars. By Russ Smith Several times a week, while looking at X/Twitter, I see a post from a person (or paid-off bot) with a picture of, say, a crowded, hijinks-a-poppin’ Pizza Hut in
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