The other day, I received a message from someone who visited my website and who completely misunderstood its intent — it only shares my personal collection of boots and motorcycle/leather riding gear as well as provides some tutorials and explanations about boots, wearing leather, and so on.
It is not a sales or business site. However, visitors who aggressively promote their products and services continue to bombard me with messages that fall into three main categories, which I’ll explain in a moment.
However, a recent message doesn’t fit into a “regular” category. I classified it as downright creepy. I explain what it said that made me classify it as creepy after the jump.
One may think that with The Spouse at his Mom’s and me back at the ranch alone, it would be very quiet. Not the case. Why?
This past weekend, I drove my Spouse to his Mom’s house. She lives about 250 miles away, all by herself in the only house she has known for some 68 years. Via frequent phone calls, she had been signaling to us that she was not well, but what we found was…
One year ago this week, I was working thousands of miles away from home (yeah, actually working). That work-trip began with a “one-day” bucket-list adventure.
As I contemplate our lives today, caring for my very feeble and frail mother-in-law and my spouse whose condition isn’t so good either, I still smile and remember…
A very unwelcome last-gasp of winter visited us on the first day of astronomical Spring here in these parts: a major winter storm. From the hyperventilating of the TV weather weasels remarking about a “record-breaking event!” (pant, pant, pant), even the B-I-C* couldn’t exceed their excitement during his usual early morning twitter shitstorm he’s known for.
Spouse and I took it…
Yes, as announced in my last post, the Spouse had recovered enough from a short-term bad spell on Saturday that by Sunday, he was feeling better and actually encouraging me to get my Harley out of its winter slumber and go for a ride. He knows very well how riding soothes …
To many bikers, a major way of relieving stress is to get out on his motorcycle and go for long ride to nowhere.
With all that has been going on in my life, I definitely need that.
If you have written to me and I have not responded, it’s because…
I was searching as usual for a topic to write about on this blog when an email arrived to inform me that…
I have received several email messages in the last week from people who found an old pair of Frye Boots at a yard sale, and have said,
I found your website. I would like to know what price to list a pair of old Frye boots on eBay.
Yes, I have a number of pairs of vintage ’70s and ’80s Frye boots and have written about them on this blog, though it has been quite some time since I have done that.
But with my nostalgic postings on both the website and blog, I fear that I may have…
I was delighted to have a very productive Saturday, topped off by calling a successful auction for my VFD’s annual event. Suited and booted in black dressy Lucchese crocodile belly boots, I helped to raise over $26,500 for the fire department’s ongoing needs.
However, as soon as the auction part of the dinner was over, and right before the DJ began playing music for dancing, I bid my farewells. Why? …