Dissecting my anger

Dissecting my anger

Yesterday I got mad. Actually, that’s not quite right. “Getting” mad makes me think of pianos crashing to a sidewalk, falling out of a blank blue sky. Which isn’t entirely accurate. It began as I read a recent blog post by Carlos Whittaker....

Randy’s Donuts and Road Rage

After my plane chirped onto the tarmac yesterday afternoon I rode the Enterprise shuttle (sorry, not the Star Trek kind) to the rental joint and picked up my car. Two or three minutes out of the lot, I saw it: the Randy’s Donuts monolith… the only thing in...