Why is there a Chainsaw in the Kitchen? (On loving a hoarder)

I love my father.  He is a wonderful man:  funny, thoughtful, and loving. Also: He is a hoarder.  Yes, like the kind you see on cable tv, except not so bad as to have rat infestations or raw sewage flowing through the house.  No.  None of that.   Dad is the guy you see huddled over…

The Sunday Blues

Tomorrow the work week begins.    It will be Monday, bloody Monday.   I will drive my Jeep onto I-95, the beltway, where one is not safe unless fueled by caffeine or an upper of some sort, to navigate a sleepy mind thru the mad vehicular rush of the morning.  Once at my office building, the guards…