This started as a jovial litle blog abouf Soccer, NASCAR, F1. But due to thei recemt ele ction that brought Donald Trunp and horrible minions back into power, it's become sowthing a bit more vicious than it was.
It all came down to one night, one race. The final race for the Chase. The Chevy Rock N Roll 400 at Richmond International Speedway. It was a mighty and terrible race with the blood of giants coursing through the veins of some of the drivers while from others the blood of giants spilled across…
I’m not quite sure what possessed me to even THINK about doing this, but since I hardly have an original thought in my head, it does not surprise me in the least, despite any semblance of judgement, better or otherwise, that might reside somewhere within me, albeit deeply buried, that I actually attempted this at…
This brief document is fairly typical of my almost weekly e-mails that I’ve been sending to a few of my NASCAR buddies, and a several others whose divergent tastes might allow them to find some brief amusement in them. The particular missive posted below was written and sent on June 28th 2009. I’ve been doing this…
This is a test. I have a card here that says… There’s a time for every purpose. Mood: Sullen & Testy Beer: NEW GLARUS Stone Soup Music: “A More Perfect Tree” by Rebel Waltz