My St. Louis

Last Tuesday night Valerie, Dylan and I went to Rich Cotton’s Funeral Parade in Soulard. Rich died from liver disease just 2 weeks after our...

The two years I spent in the Shaw neighborhood were a strange time in this country. My mom, brother and I moved there the summer before I st...

The point of this blog has always been to leave behind an account of my life for my kids. I want them to get it straight from the horse’s mo...

In this age of social networking and instant credit checks we’re instructed never to post anything a potential employer might have access to...

There’s a period of time when you’re coming of age and money simply doesn’t matter. When I was fifteen my friend Mark Gray and I hitchhike...