Disclaimer: The opinions, observations, musings and assertions in this blog post are mine and mine alone. I freely admit to the possible and likely errors of all of these and do not to pretend to really know if they are correct or not. It’s just what and how I think. Don’t judge. I don’t know … Continue reading Birth of a Flirt
Author: BuddhaManAndy
I have devoted myself, because of my traumatic brain injury more than a decade ago and getting sober 7 years ago, to maximizing my new brain, like a Solitaire deck but with all the Aces and most of the face cards missing, by any means available.
He Ain’t Heavy
That’s a pretty tired line for me to use for a title for a post about my brother. I realize that. But hey, I’m from Omaha, the home of Boys Town and the birthplace of Father Flanagan’s mission to devote his life to the aid of wayward young ones. Besides, Flanagan was an Irish priest, … Continue reading He Ain’t Heavy
Him (Moment of Truth, Literally)
“I’m coming! I just have to sweep up the storage unit.” I walked back to the storage space, 9-2. I paid for it for 21 months. That number is ingrained on my brain. The lantern I had bought just for the purpose of navigating the space was pushed to the doorway and inexplicably off. I … Continue reading Him (Moment of Truth, Literally)
I’m not from here, I just live here Part 2
Some things about Omaha are just flat out impressive. I worked for Omaha steaks for 4 days. In that short time, I did learn something about what makes the meat so tasty. I don’t remember all the specifics, but I do remember something about letting the natural enzymes in the meat work their magic by … Continue reading I’m not from here, I just live here Part 2
I’m not from here, I just live here
Omaha is a town with an identity crisis. Big cities like Chicago or New York are secure enough in their stature that they have simple, silly tourist stuff like “I love NY” T-shirts you’d expect find at an airport or some such tourist trap. Eppley Airfield has those shirts (Omaha T-shirts, not “I love NY” … Continue reading I’m not from here, I just live here
Him (Some Perspective)
This will be a quick one, more of “stream of consciousness” writing than I usually do. And I had a whole nother blog post in mind for today about my job at the airport. And I will post that one eventually. But you see, I just found a towel. The towel was in the dryer … Continue reading Him (Some Perspective)
Tom Waits and tupperware
God, it’s a beautiful day. I know, I know, and I’m on my laptop writing this instead of outside enjoying it, right? Let me explain. Anymore, Sunday’s are typically the day I set aside for either going to the Buddhist temple for services or doing a little laundry first thing in the morning while I … Continue reading Tom Waits and tupperware
Bonding on the Beach
I’m invincible (You can read about it here). I get it from my father. It always drives my mom nuts when I say that. She’ll point to the fact that he’s had about 6 different kinds of cancer and he has emphysema or whatever they’re calling the disease you get when you smoked a … Continue reading Bonding on the Beach
Sunrise on the Bluffs (or “Beaver Snacks for All!”)
Sometimes, things in Omaha defy common sense. Take the drive to the airport. Driving east from the downtown Omaha area, the road careens northeast and suddenly, a sign heralds “Welcome to Iowa!” or some such thing. If you had a road map in the car, you would probably bust it out post haste because … Continue reading Sunrise on the Bluffs (or “Beaver Snacks for All!”)
Southwest is Paging Him, Part 2
“And what’s that?” He asked as He walked alongside me. “You’re forgetting how she feels about what I’m doing,” I said, motioning to the sweet old woman in the wheelchair sitting at Southwest Gate 16. We stood at in the walkway just outside the gate. Florence sat in the chair maybe 10 feet away, her … Continue reading Southwest is Paging Him, Part 2
My Zen Brain 