Tag Archives: slice of life

Random Memories: Getting Married

By | August 30, 2018

When Carole and I got married back in 1997, we started getting tons of phone spam from people wanting to sell us stuff. Apparently Durham County, NC routinely sold a list of newlywed couples to marketers (some of them referenced this fact) and we were the unwitting beneficiaries. So we changed our phone number to avoid getting eight… Read More »

Blood

By | July 21, 2018

As of today, I am a lifetime ten-gallon blood donor! (And our little Red Cross spokes-ape, Hemo, is very proud of me!)    

20 years

By | May 17, 2018

  How time flies! We moved to Vermont twenty years go yesterday — we pulled up in the driveway of our rental house in Essex Junction on May 16, 1998. I started work at what was then IDX Systems Corporation two days later, on May 18 — and despite it technically being a different company now as a… Read More »

Slices-o-Toast

By | March 29, 2018

I had lunch today at Cafe Eclectic, an unassuming little joint in Memphis, TN. I had chicken pot pie, but that’s not what made me want to post about the place. What did was this: Slices-o-Toast. I mean, man! With a name like that, the item could have consisted of them staple-gunning a loaf of stale Wonder Bread… Read More »

Proof that I’m insane

By | March 28, 2018

Carole and I live in the woods, in Vermont. We’ve got about three acres in the town of Richmond, up on top of a hill with a deep gully behind the house. Trees all around. We see all kinds of wildlife criss-crossing our lawn: deer, rabbits, raccoons, skunks, foxes, wild turkeys, even the occasional bear. We may have… Read More »

Heroes of the Shutdown (1995 Edition)

By | January 20, 2018

With the 2018 Federal government shutdown careering along, I thought I’d share a treasured old, but true, story. Carole and I were on our first date on Saturday, December 16, 1995 in downtown Washington, DC — during the 1995 Clinton/Dole/Gingrich shutdown of fond memory. There was nothing else open in DC thanks to the shutdown so we went… Read More »

Happy New Year 2018

By | December 31, 2017

Carole and I aren’t doing a damned thing this New Year’s, and it’s not because we lack options. It’s colder than hell outside (like, -10) and we both have colds. I know standing for hours in Times Square wishing desperately for a port-o-john is the more glamorous alternative, but no, we’re just going to stay home and take… Read More »

Playing Footsie?

By | November 17, 2017

So there I was, dozing on a late flight from Chicago to Vermont, my arm dangling down next to my seat. Next thing you know, I’ve sleepily grabbed the shoe of the guy behind me and am trying (in my not-quite-half-awake stupor) to figure out what it is. Thank God he pulled it back abruptly and said nothing.

2017

By | October 19, 2017

Lots and lots and lots of stuff has happened to the Furr family in 2017 — and by Furr family, I guess I should say “Jay and Carole Furr” since the larger Furr family kind of blew up last year when my father died in March (Mom had already died, back in 2011). And we haven’t really posted… Read More »

Unchecked Power: Vermont Edition

By | April 5, 2017

I submit for your perusal two screen captures that you might find amusing: This’ll be my third year as Weigher of Coal for the town of Richmond, Vermont. I haven’t had to weigh any coal yet, and since the town doesn’t have a set of municipal scales, I’m unlikely to be asked to do so, but on the… Read More »