Once you get mad at someone, really mad, there is never any going back in that relationship. Things will never be the same between you two ever again. Never, ever.

That was advice I got from my mom (or something very close to it). Like most things we hear from our parents, depending on our age, we may or may not believe it. This was something she said to me when i was young, which has stuck with me ever since.

Today, despite my best efforts, it came true again. It may have been justified, but I’m afraid it i’ve…


For the past few weeks, I’ve been at my parents old home (my childhood home) clearing out endless amounts of stuff. My parents lived here for over 50 years, and they were both packrats. They are both deceased, so my sister and I are going through everything without a guide as to what is of value and what is not. It can be an emotionally draining experience, which is why its taking us so long.

Yesterday, out of the clear blue, I got a message through Facebook from an old, old friend, Alan (not his real name). I haven’t seen…


A few years back, during the 2016 election, I came to a realization about political posts on Facebook.

First off, I hate them.

I go to Facebook to escape from the real world; I want to see what friends are up to, where they are traveling (remember that?), see cute kids and animals, and read the joke (even an occasional crude one). I don’t want to have my escape invaded by the real world. I’m sure most all of you on Social Media remember what a mess it was leading up to the last presidential election, and a lot of…


that difficult middle road

I have always considered myself a moderate.

I don’t go to extremes on issues, and I think most would agree that I tend to be reasonable and practical in my thinking, if viewed vs the general population. I grew up in North Carolina, a conservative leaning state, and I went to a private high school. By most of my classmates opinions, I was a hippy liberal. After college, I moved to Portland, Oregon, where folks thought of me as arch-conservative. …


What has become an all to familiar image

I wasn’t going to be a f#cking disaster tourist, but here I am taking a picture.

Like everyone in Minneapolis, and the rest of the country, I have been shocked and saddened by what I’ve seen become of my city. This morning, motivated by stories of neighborhood cleanups, I decided to head down towards Lake Street, the site of much arson Friday night. As much as I wanted to take my big boy camera, I wasn’t going to do it; I was here to help, not post selfies in front of other peoples suffering.

But one I got there, you…


Pre-coronavirus, I was living the quarantine life.

I live alone, I work for myself (also alone), and I have no SO, meaning I’m really alone. All the time.

This works fine for me most days, as I find people largely needy and annoying. Not all but a lot. The only downside I see is its really easy to be lazy when you are responsible to nobody. The last few days have been like that, and I know why…

I was stuck.

I have been trying (“trying”) to learn iOS programing. I have some ideas that would be great app based…


This morning, as per usual, I was halfway listening to the tv while I ate breakfast. The TV was on, and it was playing something; it really didn’t matter what, just something to drown out the silence (or the construction noise outside my window, which has deemed essential). My go to morning distraction is either old episodes of Friends (via TBS) or Star Trek: the Next Generation (via BBC America), but today, being Monday, it was last nights episode of “60 Minutes”. …


I am in need of a new purpose. Desperate need. Coronavirus has pushed me to look inward, far too much for my liking.

The self quarantined life has really not be an issue for me. Based on my current life and dating situation, I was already well into a state of isolation before the virus started spreading. There are only two things I really miss: working out and my voluntering.

My gym is doing us a big service, though. They are doing online workouts daily, and they have loaned out equipment for us to use at home. The workouts have…


I want to start this by saying, in all honesty, I had no interest in a relationship with them again. We had been done for several years, and I had moved on. I can’t say I was happy but I wasn’t unhappy, and looking back, the reasons why it ended are still valid.

I am not speaking about an ex-girlfriend; I am speaking about my ex-employer.

I had spent many years working for this company in Corporate America, and overall, I have to say it was a good experience. There were some bad years and rough patches; there are some…


I call myself an a$$hole a lot.

There will be some memory, of something I did, either recently, but more likely a long time ago, that was very painful, and I’ll just exclaim “God you’re such an a$$hole!!!”. Sometimes it is internal, sometimes it is out-loud (if it catches me by surprise). It happens several times a day, starting usually early in the morning. I can’t remember the last time I went more than an hour (measure by my slow moving morning routine which is about the time I am brushing my teeth).

I haven’t researched this but I’m fairly…

Gentleman Jim

Navigating the world with manners & civility

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