Excerpts from my future memoirs

I found myself in some sort of 4th of July miracle on a flight home from a long weekend in Michigan: empty row, window seat.

The train doors opened and the world was suddenly an auditory assault on all fronts: screeching brakes complaining about the heavy train…

As a note, this is anecdotal…the point of this series is less of absolute truth and more of a storytelling exercise.

Two of my best friends got married some weekend in July a while back.