I have to talk about Prince now

Prince was my first. I’ve been trying to put into words why it is that this particular death hit me so hard, and I think the best I can come up with is he was my first.  The first to make me stop and say, “now I understand what it’s all about.”  The first to make…

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Radio Radio

This might mean I’m getting old The other night I was tasked to obtain milk immediately.  This was after I arrived home on my bike– I bike commute, as you know— to find my wife barely able to form complete sentences, as she’d gone the entire day without coffee.  (She can’t drink coffee without milk.…

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