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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

An old Strat family holiday classic...

It could have been a complete and unmitigated disaster. It could have even dangerously imperiled the free world as they knew it. It turned out to be one of the most rocking parties Fort Bragg had ever seen. A few years back, my mom and her dear friend – my late, great Auntie Fran – were busily... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Flying by the seat of my britches, sort of...

One thing that’s kind of depressing about finding yourself a couple of decades out of college is the realization that spontaneity is more of an enemy than an adventure. The closest I've come to spontaneity of late was the other day when a trip to the beach turned into a quest to see Angel Oak. We... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Rerun of a Strat Family Classic

I know I have written about my many shenanigans over the years, the various and sundry moments when I almost but not quite made the Darwin Awards. But this story my Uncle told me is still a classic. This kid somehow almost made the Darwins nearly half a century before they existed. You must remember... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 15, 2014

The worst flight ever...

Once upon a time there was this annoying little kid named Strat who used to love to fly. He wasn’t crazy about wearing his Sunday best to get on the plane, but even at an early age he loved the attention the hot flight attendants gave him and started developing his first repertoire of cheap moves.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 8, 2014

Gotta keep dancin' with the dogs

The late, great Will Rogers once said that if there were no dogs in heaven, when he died, he wanted to go wherever they were. Amen, Will. There is no place worthy of the name “Heaven” that would presume to keep our furry friends outside the gates, pearly or otherwise. And I sure wouldn’t want to... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Enemy Mine: Part Deux

I can see him just out of the corner of my eye. Felt him first, even as he scampered mindlessly across the back of my hand. He’s waving at me now, obviously a gesture of defiance and derision. He knows he’s already won. OK, not really – it just seems that way. He is one of nature’s marvels -- a... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Strat's Back, and talking them Carolina 5-0 Blues...

So I received this nondescript little package in the mail the other day — looked sort of like yet another credit card offer. But no -- it was an invitation to join AARP, complete with membership card, explanation of benefits, and even an offer for a groovy free tote bag. Wait a minute. AARP? That... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

The Best of Strat: Mmmmm...fire good!

Ah, summer in the lowcountry. The sun rises in a beautiful, hazy orange ball of hot death every morning to bake and blast us anew, at least until the rain clouds come lurking off the coast to rip and blast us anew, to turn the streets into steamy wet hot plates and our back yards into rice paddies... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Song of the late blooming Red Bird

I’ve always been a late bloomer, except when I wasn’t. For example, I had a hell of a time getting out of kindergarten. Back in the day, the classes were divided into “Red Birds” and “Blue Birds.” Being a Red Bird was public school code for, “This kid is dumber than a bag of cement blocks. Cut the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 6, 2012

The Summer of Dirty Fred’s: Part Uno

So I ran into an old friend of mine recently. As is usually the case with people who have known each other for more than four decades, we got to talking about the good old days – in this case, the time our parents took leave of their senses and allowed three of us to live at the beach, on our own,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Flotsam, jetsam, tangled threads and ADD moments. Stupid jokes and esoteric observations. An occasional deep thought, even though I try like hell to weed those out as often as possible. This is just a comfortable place to come get an occasional chuckle or two. And yeah, I left for awhile -- most of us do at one point or another -- and now I am back. I feel no obligation to explain; suffice it to say, "There's no place like home."

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