No one cares about writers anymore. I mean, not really. Let’s pour a bourbon and wax poetically about the dying breed of scribes. It’s not like minds aren’t reading articles … Continue reading South City Confessions: Are writers becoming a dying breed?
I never was a big fan of going out. Why use all that effort, I thought? Pay for overpriced drinks, dance until you stink, and then eat B-grade food to … Continue reading South City Confessions: Find your own good time in a Covid-stricken world
“So much violence.” The ageless words of Kevin Costner’s Elliott Ness in Brian De Palma’s “The Untouchables” couldn’t have been more right today. I am talking about St. Louis, a … Continue reading South City Confessions, Volume #20: My simple plan for a better future involves voting with more accountability
“You’ll understand when you’re older.” Everyone has heard this line at one time or another. It wasn’t just my old man that recited those thought-provoking words; every other household had … Continue reading South City Confessions: Being a good dad is the hardest yet most rewarding job on Earth
The first thing I remember is that I couldn’t stop sweating and my heart wouldn’t stop pounding. There’s nothing worse than trying to get too much of a workout in … Continue reading South City Confessions: That one time I overheated on a run
We’re all going to die. As a wise person once said, none of us are making it out of here alive. Those are just the facts, but it’s all a … Continue reading South City Confessions: Living with high blood pressure and heart attacks in the family
Some people say lightning can strike twice for certain people when it comes to love, but my wife is the only lightning I need. Please allow me to dot on … Continue reading South City Confessions: My wife is all the lightning I need
I once had a terrible stutter. Try being a talkative fella and feeling the need to do some mouth and tongue stretching before a conversation. For the first two thirds … Continue reading South City Confessions: Bullies are the worst
Who really wanted a loop trolley? Years ago, I wasn’t driving down Delmar and heard outside my car window, “all we need in this town to stop violence, underpaid teachers, … Continue reading South City Confessions: The Loop Trolley was doomed from the start
Every December, a heated debate breaks out across the world. Minds scramble, tempers flare, and the nearby bodies of water start to produce massive waves. What’s the debate? Should I … Continue reading South City Confessions: Can we all be a little less offended?
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