William Reagan

Summer is the life of the party. Until her arrival, things are quiet. Hopeful, but reserved. Her name is heard in hushed conversations like a rumor, as if her visit was somehow in doubt. Then she arrives, a burst of warm air into the cold-floored room, bright hues bringing life to the gray corners of … Continue reading "Summertime, and the living is wheezy"

I have no doubt that there are a few people who consider me a fool, and while I’d like to think they are wrong in that opinion, I fear some of them may be able to present fairly credible evidence to support their case. (I bought that Jack Johnson debut album—need I say more?)(I thought … Continue reading "I’m thirsty, not stupid"

Let’s pretend you knew nothing about, say, how to make a G chord, and I said, “Well, idiot, let me show you”. I bet you’d be pissed. Calling someone an idiot or a dummy is not only politically incorrect, and not only incredibly rude, but it’s by definition inaccurate. (If you actually met the dictionary … Continue reading "You can’t judge a book by its cover (unless you’re an idiot)"

I like yard sales. Often they aren’t worth the energy it takes to get out of the car, but I still clearly remember a variety of fabulous finds that makes the hope and anticipation worth the awkward walk up someone’s driveway to pass judgment on their belongings while they watch to see my reaction. (“Ooo, … Continue reading "I thought it was trash night"

Several years ago I heard about a law suit (I recall it was in Colorado) brought by a citizen’s action group against the area’s local television networks, the crux of which was that the defendant stations would be required to either: Stop calling their news broadcasts “News”, or Actually report News The prosecution contended that, … Continue reading "I heard the news today…oh boy"

One of the unspoken perks of parenting is that you get to rediscover toys under the guise of “looking into it for the baby.” Indeed, since my daughter Sage arrived a year ago, I have thoroughly enjoyed sharing the block sets, the amazing playfulness of Theo Geisel’s world of rhyme, and the Fisher-Price vintage cars … Continue reading "Am I Blue?"

If the English Language was a hockey game, poor “myself” would be on the permanent disabled list. No word in the lexicon takes as brutal beating as that one, and that’s saying a lot considering all of the syntactical cross-checks being inflicted upon our vocabulary every day. Sadly, “myself” seems to be an innocent victim … Continue reading "Me, Myself, and Ai-yi-yi"

Yeah, you, the one who has such essential dialogues that you can’t be bothered to look up and recognize that you’re standing in the middle of a primary traffic aisle and blocking me and my stroller (and half a dozen other patrons) from passing. Now I realize that strollers are a contentious issue, and there … Continue reading "Open letter to a Powell’s customer"