Hostage
Wednesday, October 14th, 2009. I'm in my room on Albert Street in Augusta Maine, being held hostage.

Some Thoughts on a “New Literacy” While Remembering Patrick Swayze

No Men Clue Chore
Andy Johnson examines mid-flight paranoia and racial guilt in a short blog entry about fear.

Cadeaux: A Love Letter

The Dog-Saves-Dog Video and My Wife’s Extremely Low Animal Endangerment Emotional Threshold

Leading the Blind

Reflections on an Average American Childhood
The strange things people do to entertain themselves while growing up in the palpitating heart of The Heartland.

I Feel Sheepish Giving a Balloon Animal to a Little Black Child in Need of a Kidney Transplant
Pondering Gandhi, Zell Kravinsky, unsolicited kidney donation, modern morality, and the significance of doing insignificant things.

Even More Open Letters to Random Individuals (and Creatures) Who Have Somehow Had an Impact on My Life