An Untitled Mess

I know that it's not a Throw Back Thursday but lately I've dubbed myself and my blogging buddy the Midnight Marauders.  Technically, we don't loot, plunder, pillage, raid or rob but still...we own the night (sorry, I ripped that from a commercial...probably Taco Bell).  So, since I don't want to talk about my day (it was pretty bad), I'm going to tell you about my old friend Mike Sandler, a.k.a. Sandman and his radio show, you guessed it, the Midnight Marauders. Sandler was my co-counselor when I worked at Camp Sea Gull in the summer of 2005.  Cabin 37, first and second sessions.  That was my first summer working out there and it was just crazy fun.  I was assigned to Cabin 37 with the Sandman and a dude named Alex Ferraro, a.k.a. Chief, with whom I became very good friends.  I didn't have a cool nick name, I was just Dan.  I was a co-counselor but I didn't sleep in the cabin because I was on crutches after my knee surgery and the director thought ...

Laugh if you want to, but this style is making a comeback. I love Saturdays.  You know you love a day when you think during the rest of the week, "Man, I can't wait for Saturday."  Most people love Saturdays because for them it's the weekend.  Two glorious days off from work to just lounge around the house, maybe get some chores done or go to the store.  Soon we will have football to capture our attention and to help make American productivity decrease by 20%.  But for me, Saturday is just another work day...but with a little bit of a bonus.  The Newport Flea Market is open.  That's right, rain or shine, hell or high water, the red neck swap meet will always be jumpin. I like to go mostly to just walk around and watch people.  That sounds a little odd...let me clarify.  I don't post up and stare people down in the dark corners with cammo pants and a black hoodie on.  It's just the atmosphere...it is a mingling of all sorts of diff...