Category Archives: They Don’t Call It The Olds

As a wise, ol’ news reporter once said: “They don’t call it The Olds!” My writing on media, topics and maybe even some news in its own right.

“Blighted”

(This piece of FOIA bric-a-brac didn’t make the final cut for “The Milwaukee Anthology,” a collection edited by me and to be published in April 2018 by BELT. Submitted here for your consideration.) While an Ikea briefly stole the show, … Continue reading

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The World of the End

The most persistent nightmare I’ve had involves the end of the world. This is not the end of my world, as in, say, I’m chased off a building by a clown or driven off a cliff in a Ferrari. Both … Continue reading

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Tanning Through the Ice Age with Keanu Reeves

Earlier this year, I was lucky enough to spend nearly two weeks with Gas Chamber, a band made up of four exemplary humans (and my friends), then write about the whole thing for Utne Reader. The outcome of the article … Continue reading

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