My friend Dannah (Russell) Jones died this past Friday morning, after collapsing following exercise the night before. She was thirty-eight years old.
I met Dannah when we were freshmen at Georgetown College in 1997. She was a self-proclaimed “military brat” lately of Dayton, Ohio. She had a spark of life, humor, and intelligence. She made some friends, but she wasn’t a “joiner.” If Dannah didn’t like you, you’d know about it.
I lost my uncle on January 6th. His given name was Ova Haddix, but he was always “Ovie” to me, and so he shall ever remain.
Ovie was born Nov 10, 1939 and died January 6, 2015 at age 75. He was buried in Sterling Heights, Michigan just north of Detroit, his adopted home. My Aunt Sue asked me to be a pallbearer and I was honored to serve. It was the least I could do to serve a man who’d epitomized force of will and strength, whose earnest gaze and frank self assessment I needed as a child and adolescent.
CompUSA to close all its stores
Meh. I’ll just have to go to Louisville to lust after Macs, I guess.
Remember these things?
You know, those quirk handheld personal digital assistants from the late 90’s that EVERYONE had to have to keep their lives in order. More memory, power, and capability than a full desktop computer of 5 years earlier, but ultra-portable.
Sounds killer, doesn’t it? So…where are they now? The PDA market is ever-shrinking, and I think I know why:
First, they evolved. Like most scientists believed dinosaurs evolved into birds, these single-trick PDAs evolved into today’s smartphones.
Requiem for a Gladiator:
Reggie,
Ambassador
Father
Minister
Competitor
Man
You shall be missed, #92. God be with you.
Just a moment to mark the passing of Marlon Brando. Renowned as a Method actor, Brando means just one thing to me: Don Corleone.
Back in the halcyon days of high school (»shudder«), I had a friend name Shannon Bradley. Shannon was a somewhat portly, though pretty blonde girl who was in French class with me for 3 years. At least once a week, she would sit down just across from my secret crush Amy Roberts swivel around to me (sitting right behind my Valkyrie Mountain Goddess Amy, natch!) and say:
Harold I’m going to complain
