The humble garage. It’s just a slab of concrete with 4 walls. Always used for storage. Even for a car. In the fall of 2012, I was in my garage and just stared at it. I did that sometimes even for as long as 20 minutes. It was one of those wistful stares that you see in a John Hughes movie. You know the one about unrequited teenage love and existential angst. Yeah that look. Continue reading Tales of Renovation Past, Part 1 →

The immortal line from the song “Closing Time” by Semisonic.   Sung at every drunken frat party at the turn of the century when it didn’t matter whether or not you were drunk or if it was late.  It just mattered that you had your arm around one of your buddies so that you can steady yourself against someone who is just as inebriated as you were.  But the song was also quite appropriate in another way. Continue reading You Don’t Have to Go Home, But You Can’t Stay Here →