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Like a good neighbor

February 3, 2023 by Dave Knadler

neighbors with mini bikes.

There’s something about being an older white guy in America: At some point you feel like the kids need to get off your lawn. Figuratively speaking.  We got some new neighbors a few weeks ago. This neighborhood is OK, but there’s a somewhat decrepit rental house across the street. It’s so decrepit that it […]

Filed Under: american life, Me, Springfield

To post or not to post

January 2, 2023 by Dave Knadler

Today I read a piece pining for the return of personal blogging. You remember blogs, right? They were kind of like this: A smattering of uninformed opinions, desultory philippics (get out your dictionaries!) and occasional attempts at humor. People would also post recipes.  In the early aughts, everybody had a blog. Most tried to […]

Filed Under: Me, Writing

This could be
the last time

March 10, 2022 by Dave Knadler

You always know when you’re experiencing something for the first time. But you can never be sure when it’s the last. After a certain age, most things take on an elegiac cast. Only later can you look back and recognize a final moment for what it was. And you always wish you’d paid more […]

Filed Under: american life, Me, montana, Writing

Not throwing away
my shot

February 26, 2021 by Dave Knadler

Whenever I go to a Wal-Mart, I am reminded that whatever you save there in dollars you eventually surrender in dignity. But it happened to be the first place with available appointments for the Covid vaccine, so my vigilant wife arose early and booked it online. When I arrived at the appointed hour, a […]

Filed Under: american life, florida, Jacksonville, Me, Pandemic

February fugue

February 15, 2021 by Dave Knadler

In Barry Levinson’s 1990 movie “Avalon,” there’s a scene where the aging patriarch sits down in his easy chair in front of the TV. The camera remains stationary, but there’s a slow cross-fade, and at the end of it we see that several years have passed. The old guy is in the same chair, […]

Filed Under: american life, Me, thatfuckingtrump, winter, Writing

Jigsaw etiquette

April 22, 2020 by Dave Knadler

During these uncertain times, you may find yourself borrowing jigsaw puzzles. I hate to borrow anything, but I don’t own any puzzles, and looking online I see that pretty much anything rated age 6 and above is back-ordered to around 2025. Some neighbors were nice enough to loan us a few. We worked on […]

Filed Under: american life, games, Me, Other Stuff, Pandemic Tagged With: Pandemic

A good time for fiction

July 9, 2018 by Dave Knadler

least best place book cover

I know; it’s been awhile. The Trump nightmare keeps getting darker, and writing about anything else has seemed frivolous. But life goes on. I am just determined to outlive this bastard, to dance rhetorically on his grave when all this passes, as it must. So I’ve deleted Facebook and Twitter from my phone again, […]

Filed Under: Books, Me, thatfuckingtrump, Writing

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