Memoir

I have a problem sleeping sometimes, usually because I’ve had coffee late in the evening. There is no small irony in that, after a certain point, coffee does nothing to keep me awake. I turn into a zombie, but not a flesh-eating, undead zombie; I’m more of the kind of zombie with a nervous twitch, … Read more

There was a time in the not-so-distant past that the garage was the official man-cave, a domain of dirt, grease, and dangerous tools. Calendars from Rigid Tools adorned the walls, and broken memories from a man’s life lay scattered among the jars of nails and screws on the workbench. Projects begun and abandoned lay hidden … Read more

I have had two interesting encounters with folks named Hadick this past week, which reminded me of another, more interesting encounter. I joined a social networking site and within one day was contacted by someone else with the same last name. It turned out to be my cousin’s son whom I had never met before. … Read more

A few years after I finished college, after having held down a very conventional, suit and tie job for over three years, I decided to get a Master’s degree in my field, Computer Science. I pursued this with a mixed agenda, something that has been a problem for me all of my life. On one … Read more

I started listening to National Public Radio when I was at the University in Ann Arbor, and I got a job in Detroit forcing a 40 mile commute, each way, everyday. I feasted on the substantial content to keep my mind occupied, and I appreciated the thoughtful turn of phrase offered. They seemed to care … Read more