Many of you will say “let sleeping dogs lie” or some other idiom for not bringing up an unpleasant event from the past. And you’ll caution or even threaten with something like: “Don’t even think about writing a single word about that sordid and embarrassing chapter from our recent history.” But I’m going to anyway.…

My humble little web site Too Much Tequila, To Little Sunscreen had its ten thousandth pageview last month. 10,166 to be exact. I know pageviews are a goofy unit of measure but that’s what the folks that power my blog keep. If you go to my website and read two stories that counts as two…

I know I know cowboy hats and baseball caps are a big part of our American culture, but so are Saturday night specials and the Ku Klux Klan. So how can you rant about something as basic as an everyday, ever-so-common hat, you ask? Why, because we aren’t wearing the tilts, cloches, fedoras, or the…

I can’t figure out whether it’s the Jesse Stone of Robert B. Parker’s novels or the Jesse Stone played so wonderfully by Tom Selleck in the made-for-TV movies that I like better. Both equally, I guess. Jesse was a minor league shortstop who injured his throwing arm and still regrets and misses the baseball career…

I’ve been slaving away (putzing with would be far more accurate) on a collection of anecdotes that I’ve tentatively titled Wee Tales for years now. I’ve finally realized that I might never finish it. So before the paper yellows and crumbles away I’ll share a few with you. Here’s six of my wee tales. Psst…they’re…

In the Jaws of the Beast is an engaging story of a troubled Confederate veteran overcoming his deep-seated hatreds and the prejudices of the times while dealing with the tragic death of his wife and the kidnapping of this son by the Apache in 1867 New Mexico Territory. His life is changed forever when he…

If you only had a short time to live where would you spend your final few days? I might spend my waning moments sipping a glass of 1986 vintage Occhio di Pernice ($1,030 a bottle) while being serenaded by violins on the Piazza San Marko in Venice. Nah, I’d rather be having an ice-cold beer…

Yogi Berra is known for a number of things, two of which are, being one of the best catchers of all-time and his unique yogiisms. Some grammarian said that yogiisms often take the form of either an apparently obvious tautology, or a paradoxical contradiction. Tautology and paradoxical aren’t words that Yogi would have ever used.…

Our lives are filled with missed opportunities, things we wish we could do over again, and very rarely, a few seconds of excitement in our otherwise hum-drum existence. These little speed bumps in the road of life are what memories are made of. Here’s one of mine: How about a romantic weekend in a quaint…

A true story by Ralph (Joe) Meyer, Cpl. USMC as told to Bob Rockwell, Cpl. USMC Sadly, Joe passed away not long after he dictated this story to me. We were planning to do a series of stories starting with this and continuing through his training in Hawaii, his landing on Iwo Jima, his wounding,…