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Henry Thursday: Heaven Is Sitting On My Momma's Lap Edition


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Ruby Tuesday: It's In The Genes Edition


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You Go, Girl

Humor about nuclear testing in "Indiana Jones" lost on downwinders

This was penned by my Erin Brockovich-esque sister-in-law Suzanne and published yesterday in the Salt Lake Tribune.

For the record, I agree with her comments and support this cause as my family has been affected by the effects of nuclear testing manifest in death and birth defects.

What a sad episode in American history.

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Henry Thursday: Just Suckin' On My Thumb And Givinng My Dad The Ol'e Stink Eye Edition


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Sound Check

Ah, yes. The sound check. A good old fashioned game of hurry up and wait. This time I was armed with a lens my boss loaned me and took full advantage of it's micro-ness.

Oh yeah, it's probably worth mentioning that my employer du jour was Peter Breinholt and the venue was some amphitheater in Layton, Utah.

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Ruby Tuesday: We Like The Things That Summer Brings Edition


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Solo

Becca and the kids opted to stay in St. George for a few more days which meant I had to fly home this evening on a back rub/barf maker special. When I got home it dawned on me how alone I was, a feeling I have long since forgotten. As I stumbled over a few errant toys and didn't hear any cries my heart began to sink and the loneliness I once craved has now brought me much sadness. I guess that it takes a little absence to make the heart grow fonder.

Anyway, there's a great Tom Waits song that is currently hitting the spot entitled, A House Where Nobody Lives. I couldn't agree more with the following sentiment:

So if you find someone
Someone to have, someone to hold
Don't trade it for silver
Don't trade it for gold
I have all of life's treasures
And they are fine and they are good
They remind me that houses
Are just made of wood
What makes a house grand
Ain't the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house
It's a palace for sure
Without love...
It ain't nothin but a house
A house where nobody lives

Come home safely, my little creatures. I love you and miss you madly.

hugs,
Dad

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