Seriously. You do. I'm not sure when this became one of the guiding philosophies in my life. My gut tells me it was sometime during college, which was also sometime during my first marriage. Okay, it was all the time of my first marriage. Hahaha. Sometimes you just have to laugh. And no, I don't … Continue reading Sometimes You Just Have To Laugh
Author: Scott Varengo
Smiles and Tears
I. Introduction I used to smile more. I don't know that there was a significant change in the number of tears I've shed, but they were nonetheless different. A good deal of the difference no doubt relates to the injuries and other medical dookie I've gone through in the past year. Those who follow me … Continue reading Smiles and Tears
Honoring A Commitment
DISCLOSURE: Not my raised fist. It's been a while since I've attended to this website, and this blog in particular, with any kind of regularity. The handful of readers who know me personally will know I have an excuse. Let me rephrase. I have an excuse that I've been using. In a day or so, … Continue reading Honoring A Commitment
It’s Just Nuts
I consider myself a fairly even-keeled guy. That could come across as a brag, I suppose, and perhaps it's been said for just that purpose. I don't know, because I haven't monitored every phrase spoken during my lifetime, and those prior to but that were not written about, well those may have never happened or … Continue reading It’s Just Nuts
Times of Doubt
There are indeed times when I distrust myself, my choices. I look around me and see only evidence of my inadequacy, indeed my own foolishness. I can find not one scrap of a hint of a partial clue that I am worth the ink in my fountain pen. And if at one point or another … Continue reading Times of Doubt
I’m goin’ down…
...down, down, down, down, down. - Freddy King, "Going Down" There are far worse things if you've decided to make your living as a blues musician than to have the last name King. You can ask Albert, (not really a King, shhh,) or B.B. (a real King). You can even tell everyone your name is, … Continue reading I’m goin’ down…
Hey, Y’all! A’memba me?
First things first: Big deal, Varengo! You got all fucked up physically and mentally in the first months of 2022. So you've started a one-man campaign to make 2020 look like everybody's kind Aunt Jenny. My car stalls at traffic lights. We all got problems. There. Now all the people inclined towards having written me … Continue reading Hey, Y’all! A’memba me?
When you gots the Covid…
I use the term constantly now. "I gots the Covid." It's bad English and points to the author as problematic at best, but it's what Grand Funk once called "a natural fact." Not only true but there for all to see in prison-blue majesty. "Steer clear of him. He's sick." Of course, these are the … Continue reading When you gots the Covid…
Road Tripping
My son, Evan, standing on the rim of the Grand Canyon, or for the conspiracy theorists, in a Hollywood backlot. I have not traveled in my life nearly as much as I would have liked. I've crossed the country, once by car when driving with my son home from Camp Pendleton in California. And that … Continue reading Road Tripping
My Teenage Self
Someone asked me, (okay it was a Bloganuary writing prompt, I don't actually know any real people), what I would tell my teenage self. What advice would I give? My actual teenage self There are several ways that conversation could go. An almost uncountable number of vectors it could veer down. None of them would … Continue reading My Teenage Self
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