Sentence of Dave

I reffed five matches this weekend (well, actually I got paid to ref five matches, but one match was a forfeit . . . ) and I now consider my...

Though the sink calleth, this seems more like a Sunday afternoon job.

It's finally Friday of an oddball week-- we had Monday off for Memorial Day; I went to school Tuesday, but there weren't many studen...

This morning, I thanked my wife for cleaning out the fridge-- I get nervous and overwhelmed when there's too much stuff inside it, and I...

I had to do some light demolition and use some heavy profanity, but I figured out how to remove a vanity and sink with a broken faucet from ...

The Ten Year Affair  by Eron Somers is not for everyone-- as with many books that I like, the Goodreads reviews are split--  which I find a ...

We spent this wet Memorial Day Weekend moving my son Alex out of his New Brunswick apartment and cleaning the place up-- and I made the requ...

Alec, Catherine, and I went to the River Road Tavern last night for cheap beer, fairly cheap Blanton's, and great cheesesteaks . . . and...

A raw, rainy Memorial Day Weekend Saturday, which has had a bipolar quality-- I had so much fun playing pickleball this morning with my brot...

I am getting into Roxy Music's older stuff-- and while I'm definitely enjoying it, sometimes it's a bit too over-dramatic and ca...

Three cheers for the drizzle, the damp, and the clouds-- I know I won't be singing in the rain three days from now, but after that wicke...

My son and his girlfriend took the train to Long Branch yesterday to beat the heat, but they didn't know that over a thousand kids from ...

I have often criticized the inane, vague, occasionally cryptic, occasionally matter-of-fact lyrics of the song "A Horse with No Name...

The heat is hot, and my brain is addled, and I wish I lived within walking distance of the ocean (the stupid Raritan River does nothing to c...

Today, I refereed three games in Monroe with Bill-- a grouchy old codger who is still running centers at age 80!-- and while there were a fe...

I just refereed a soccer match on a very large turf field, and the center ref-- Carlo-- is seventy-five years old! . . . I hate the phrase ...

My son graduated from Rutgers today —now we have an aerospace engineer in the family —and the last time I attended a Rutgers graduation was ...

In the last weeks of school, my wife randomly selects a king/queen for the day in her fifth-grade class-- so every kid gets a turn to be a c...

At some point after the summer, I totally forgot about my Big Weird Musical Project -- but no worries, now I have returned collecting and ca...

Friday afternoon, my wife and I hustled over to Clydz in New Brunswick-- the grungy hipster basement martini bar with the excellent happy ho...