by DMcGirr | Aug 9, 2018 | Writing, WTF America
I believe it was Mark Twain that was probably misattributed with a trite quote on someone’s Instagram, about the nature of travel making you intolerant of intolerance. About moving yourself to another part of the world will make you see things from other...
by DMcGirr | Sep 7, 2015 | Politics, Writing
The squeaky red cog It’s labor day in America. The day of discount mattresses. There are huge sales happening today, and I have become a man that now works these sales. Each day I’m toiling in the retail mines, loading dust covered merchandise into the carts...
by DMcGirr | Mar 22, 2015 | Writing
Ronald Reagan So when I first considering this chapter, I figured that it would be about Ronald Reagan and memory, and I’d like to head you off at the pass if I may – I’m not taking pot shots at the man for having alzheimers. Largely I’m not taking pot...
by DMcGirr | Dec 14, 2014 | Writing
Coffee Oh that bitter of brews, that hallowed of liquids, that most venerated of caffeinated beverages. Coffee. Americans love that shit. That inky bitter fluid, they love it hot, the love it iced, they love it in shots, the love it riced (Rice milk – get it?)...
by DMcGirr | Nov 29, 2014 | Writing
Hardly an ending at all So here we find ourselves, as I find myself, at the end of this particular journey. But much like journeys don’t really begin, this one doesn’t really end either. I’ve been musing only on the first year, and the other scattered weeks and months...
