Hi, Sam Redman here. As a resident of South Jersey, I encounter wildlife, criminals, junk food, and schizophrenic weather. This is a story of persistence, and the ultimate test of courage and fortitude: marriage.
My wife Lana, puts up with my misadventures, and I put up with a sister-in-law, the dreaded Angela, bent of deprogramming my spouse and freeing her from yours truly.
I’ve encountered skunks, bats, possums, murderers, and Japanese tourists. Lana has been at my side throughout, warning me of my foolishness, and advising caution, and, ideally, psychiatric help.
A wise man, and my mentor in life, Ferris Bueller once said “Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” So, there I go, throwing caution to the wind, while my wife pulls me back from the precipice.
Lana’s a good egg, rational, with a surprising sense of humor. I clearly outkicked my coverage. Even Angela has a few qualities worth appreciating. For example, she is faithful to her sister, and keeps mum, most of the time, about my oddities.
That’s good, since I like to poke life’s beehive with a stick, preparing to run when the first drone flies out, angry, and looking for revenge.
As they say, life is not a sprint, it’s a marathon. As I race toward the finish line, my Lana is there, ready to shout “Hey idiot, you ventured off the trail. I’m not picking you up in the woods.”
So, I’ll persist in my adventures, knowing that my spouse will prevent me from going just a little too far.
As the school secretary in Ferris Bueller said: Oh, he's very popular, Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wasteoids, dweebies, dickheads, they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.
Actually, it’s becoming obvious that Lana is the one who’s righteous, putting up with a wayward soul. I guess I’m her ticket to Heaven. Maybe I can grab her coattails as she ascends.
My wife Lana, puts up with my misadventures, and I put up with a sister-in-law, the dreaded Angela, bent of deprogramming my spouse and freeing her from yours truly.
I’ve encountered skunks, bats, possums, murderers, and Japanese tourists. Lana has been at my side throughout, warning me of my foolishness, and advising caution, and, ideally, psychiatric help.
A wise man, and my mentor in life, Ferris Bueller once said “Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” So, there I go, throwing caution to the wind, while my wife pulls me back from the precipice.
Lana’s a good egg, rational, with a surprising sense of humor. I clearly outkicked my coverage. Even Angela has a few qualities worth appreciating. For example, she is faithful to her sister, and keeps mum, most of the time, about my oddities.
That’s good, since I like to poke life’s beehive with a stick, preparing to run when the first drone flies out, angry, and looking for revenge.
As they say, life is not a sprint, it’s a marathon. As I race toward the finish line, my Lana is there, ready to shout “Hey idiot, you ventured off the trail. I’m not picking you up in the woods.”
So, I’ll persist in my adventures, knowing that my spouse will prevent me from going just a little too far.
As the school secretary in Ferris Bueller said: Oh, he's very popular, Ed. The sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wasteoids, dweebies, dickheads, they all adore him. They think he's a righteous dude.
Actually, it’s becoming obvious that Lana is the one who’s righteous, putting up with a wayward soul. I guess I’m her ticket to Heaven. Maybe I can grab her coattails as she ascends.