Sentence of Dave

Rain and tennis are not a good combination-- the court gets slick, the balls get wet and skip instead of bouncing, and the ink runs in the l...

I don't know if everyone does this, nor do I know if it actually makes a difference-- but when I get take-out food such as pizza or burg...

I won't go into gory detail, so as not to disconcert the more squeamish readers (like myself) but my wife and my son successfully remove...

Which is more fun-- looking at the eclipse or looking at the people wearing the silly glasses used to view the eclipse?

Tennis practice tomorrow is during the eclipse's maximum solar obscuration . . . so we will not be practicing overheads.

Yesterday, when Ian's ankle was really hurting him, he wanted me to hook up a rope to the ceiling to hold his leg up-- and I knew exactl...

Long day for Ian-- he woke up in postoperative pain at 3 AM and it got so bad we had to go to the ER, where they drugged him up until he fin...

Ian survived his rescheduled ankle surgery -- although apparently, he was in some serious pain right afterward . . . which was remedied by a...

Two days ago our acting principal (our actual principal just retired) came to me and asked if I wanted to take my English class to meet the ...

Long as I remember the rain been coming down-- clouds of mystery pouring confusion on the ground- good men through the ages trying to find t...

 I do not like (nor am I competent at) peeling ginger.

On this fine Easter morning, my wife and I played some pickleball to celebrate the resurrection of Jesus . . . and even more miraculously-- ...

I am sorry to say, but nobody learned nothin' at yesterday's tennis practice-- aside from the fact that you can't really play t...

Time to go teach my second singles player how to beat a "pusher"-- and not a drug pusher-- a tennis player who likes to mimic a wa...

Apparently, in the US, depending on the state you live in, you might need a license to paint nails but not to paint houses.

I have finally finished my most ambitious audio project ever, the top secret project that I erased earlier in the week-- it is a new episod...

Another crisp wildlife photo from yours truly (and possible good news on the alleged raccoon in the attic front . . . yesterday, I climbed ...

Ian and I woke up at 5:10 AM to go for his ankle surgery, but when we arrived at University Orthopedics, the building was surrounded by fire...

I am now past where I was before I erased what I had . . . home stretch.

It is taking longer than I thought to get to where I was (before I erased my top-secret project off my external drive).