Java’s my favorite all time, and I’m grateful for the gift. We threw him a party to mark the big #5, and told tales of the last year’s adventures. Running shit from his chair at GRHQ. Desperate to be under Big Sky Country. His Challenge count is double digits, and he’s everyone’s favorite cadre. At …
We opened GRWH this summer, the process of which is similar to moving into a new house before the movers come. Except we’re the movers and we didn’t have any furniture yet. Luckily, though, we have friends in Bozeman who have been sewing for decades who now work for GORUCK. Things can be bought, but …
To leave Java pulls heart strings, specifically mine. And I always prefer to have him around. But when he has to stay home, it’s a process of guilt transfer. From him, to me, and it works, and I hate it. So I almost never leave Java.
Thanks to my dad for hosting, as always.
Summers in Ohio are pure nostalgia for me. Ice Cream is always found in the time machine back to my youth, and Graeter’s, out of Cincy, is my favorite. It’s been around since 1870, and that’s the formula for today’s versions. The 1870 recipe. We went to the shop at Fountain Square in the heart …
