Nonsense, Drivel, and Balderdash

The trees have finally done it. The cold snap we've had in Boston over the past week has finally kicked autumn into high gear. My walk to the bus, which was once dreary, is now painted in the kinds of shades that we come to expect from a fire, not a tree. My best friend in high school came to visit me last week to catch a glimpse of the trees. It's a shame he didn't come a week later, because the hillsides are ablaze with fall now. It is odd to meet up with old friends. Charles is now married, has a child and one on the way, and has a good paying job in the field he was trained in. On the other hand, I am still in school, working part time at a job that doesn't particularly excite me or pay me that well. Looking at all the other friends I have around the world, I can see that age matters very little in determining where you are in life. I have friends who's situation resembles that of Charles, and others who are still in phases that I feel like I left behind a long ...

Street strolling home, another long day was coming to a close and the sun had long gone home before me. The early autumn cold stung my cheeks in the dark. The wind tossed the branches back and forth in front of the streetlights, shifting the light and shadows on the brick buildings nearby. My shoulders sagged under the weight that only a city can place on someone who is going home to an empty house after a long day of work in a crowded town. Long days give way to even longer trips back to bed. I dragged my feet across the cracked city sidewalks; gravel and smashed acorns ground together as I walked the long stretch towards the bus that would take me home. "You good?" It took a few seconds to realize that someone was talking to me, and by the time I turned he was leaving, perhaps he was thinking that I had ignored him, but in all likelihood not meaning to stop anyway. I took off an earphone and watched him for a second. It was hard to make out the shaggy haired man as he wal...

Wedding bells are in the air. It makes sense. Bells have to be in the air in order to make sound. If they were on the ground then they wouldn't be able to vibrate and create those wonderfully rich tones. If wedding bells are , say, in the dirt , then they just clank like someone hitting a train rail with a hubcap. And that won't do. Unless it is a hobo wedding in the 30s, then it might be acceptable. Everyone could rattle on empty bean cans to request speeches or clamor for kisses. But I'm not a hobo. If I were, I certainly wouldn't have made it alive to 26. It is strange, I have officially known that I was going to get married since June; and unofficially for longer still. I mean, I knew that Jessica was the girl for me pretty soon after we started dating. Don't ask how, I just did. But even so, the fact that I was going to get married didn't really sink in until this past weekend when I went to visit her in Kansas. Jessica was going to be the Maid of Honor ...