Mark D Paul

Front seat

markorganic1021 — Wed, 24 Apr 2013 18:01:39 +0000

My son sits in the front seat now. He’s tall and thin and man-childish. My floorboard is high and he’s all-legs so his knees stick up into the air, seemingly at eye level, interfering with my operation of the stick shift, making me constantly wonder who this tall person sitting next to me is, and [...]

Girls in dresses

markorganic1021 — Mon, 01 Apr 2013 20:18:37 +0000

“Gone are the sundresses! The sundresses, Ted! I don’t think I can make it another 8 months with no sundresses.” Barney Stinson, How I Met Your Mother When I was in high school, my family went to church every Sunday. In those days, people still wore their “Sunday Best” to church every week. So every [...]

Friday

markorganic1021 — Fri, 29 Mar 2013 16:35:21 +0000

When I was in high school, in the dead of another Atlanta winter (I know, I know, Atlanta winters are mild, but I had moved from South Florida when I was fifteen. Anything below 50 was frigid), I prayed it would snow so I could miss a day of school. It didn’t happen very often. [...]