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The Shirttail Press: February 2012
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Wednesday, February 29, 2012. The Horse is Coming! Tuesday, February 28, 2012. This is where I pretend I haven't been absent from writing for 2 months). I pick up Don, my boss, at about 1pm from O'Hare. We drive back into Chicago to see a store or two before making the 3 hour trek to Davenport. I mean it's January in Chicago for cryin out loud. It's not exactly balmy. Is there at least ...Next,...
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The Shirttail Press: May 2013
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Wednesday, May 8, 2013. The Amazing X Ranch (and how it scarred me for life). If it was true, it was just as validating to hear about it 3rd hand so that if my friends and I ever encountered kids from another town, we could casually drop names about our friends who knew friends who were cousins of, to help give us that much needed farm-town-cred. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). McQueen On A Husky.
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Monday, February 11, 2013. I just walked in for a sec to squirt some awl on the gears. You know, prime the pump a little. It's time to start spewin' again. I got this other business going on. So some of this stuff will be in relation to. Superieur Brand Clothing. Hope to see you. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Naked Family, Diane Arbus. McQueen On A Husky. Hunter S. Thompson. My fractured ...
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The Shirttail Press: April 2012
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Wednesday, April 4, 2012. Dig That Crazy Grill Cloth. Eagles in '74 during their On The Border tour. Introducing, Don Felder, making it the Lynyrd Skynyrd of "country rock." Which was cool at first because Glenn Frey added the Chuck Berry licks and Felder the Rock God riffing. But alas, Bernie soon jettisoned himself, taking with him the country from the country rock. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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The Shirttail Press: Cocktails And Banquet Halls
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Tuesday, June 26, 2012. Cocktails And Banquet Halls. June 30, 2012 at 10:29 AM. July 2, 2012 at 11:49 AM. Youve piqued my interest in the velvet paintings you scored, Im a little envious just for nostalgias sake. It would be great if you were to take a picture of one or two of them and send/email to me for posting on this less than notorious blog. Thanks again. October 18, 2013 at 6:46 AM.
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The Shirttail Press: September 2012
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Thursday, September 27, 2012. The Baby Head, while being an international icon, means a great deal to me. In fact, I'll go as far as to say that it's played a major role in my life, at least by association. My folks were in there forties when my unplanned self barged in. An oops baby. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Naked Family, Diane Arbus. McQueen On A Husky. Hunter S. Thompson. Alex V. Cook.
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The Shirttail Press: May 2012
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Tuesday, May 29, 2012. Me and the fellas played a set here one night back in the mid 70s. And it looked exactly the same then. We figured it was a happenin spot because it was so far removed - about 6 or 7 miles southwest of Fremont. Didn't figure the city boys. Sunday, May 27, 2012. Can be had at Caruso Caruso in Birmingham and Incognito in Royal Oak. Saturday, May 26, 2012. But from being a k...
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The Shirttail Press: Catsup? That's Bullshit!
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Thursday, August 2, 2012. By the time I was around ten, I unknowingly developed a sense of what I thought were normal, everyday staples in the household pantry. I had every reason to believe everybody drank and ate the same thing. Sure, we had the seltzers and club sodas as mixers for the neighborhood get-togethers. Tab was a little shi-shi. It was fairly new in the late 60s. I saw it i...And t...
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The Shirttail Press: July 2012
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Wednesday, July 18, 2012. SO WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE OUT BY YOUR PLACE? I think silence isn't any more awkward then gratuitous small talk. If I try to engage in small talk, 9 times out of 10 I will wish I hadn't. Suffer in silence and you'll never have to bullshit anyone again, including yourself. But this. Dyed-in-the-wool, absolutely positively last resort period to break the silence, topic of.
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The Shirttail Press: The Amazing X Ranch (and how it scarred me for life)
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Remember,You Don't Have To Be A Sportsman To Dress Like One. Hell, Who Said It Was Even Time To Get Out Of Bed? Wednesday, May 8, 2013. The Amazing X Ranch (and how it scarred me for life). If it was true, it was just as validating to hear about it 3rd hand so that if my friends and I ever encountered kids from another town, we could casually drop names about our friends who knew friends who were cousins of, to help give us that much needed farm-town-cred. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Post Pun...
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