Last week I stumbled onto an article on Medium that Inspired me to Carry a Notebook. I’ve been keeping that notebook handy ever since. When I leave for work, I stick it in my lunch bag and bring it along. When I head out of the house and plan on being somewhere for a while, I keep it close by. Despite having the notebook at the ready, I’m not using as often as I’d like. I think part of that …
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Many years ago my parents made the switch from Catholic School to Public School. Tuition was on the rise and it made sense for a growing family to cut back. I didn’t mind so much, the public school kids seemed to get more days off for various holidays. I must have been in 5th grade at the time and one of the very first classes I walked into was English Composition (or it might have been Grammar – I can’t …
Way back on January 1st of 2009 I sat down and started a blog. At that time I had been blogging for about 3 years as co-founder of Stogie Review. The popularity of that site was growing but I found that talking about cigars all the time was beginning to burn me out. I needed an outlet for the random things in life that interested me, so as a New Years Resolution, I started Walt In PA. In the beginning …
For the past few days I’ve been sitting down at my laptop and telling myself that I needed to write something for my blog. It has been a tough process, coming up with topics that go beyond those that I would cover in a personal journal. Some days I simply don’t know what to write about. How often do you really want to hear about a particular gym session or that I haven’t lost any weight during a given week? …
Seven years ago, my wife and I bought our first house together. It was a small starter home that needed a lot of work but we saw potential. One of the many planned improvements on the home was to add a small office in the unfinished basement. This little space for myself would allow me to smoke cigars indoors while I worked on various projects. When that small office was built it immediately began seeing a lot of use. It …
The moon hung high in the sky, casting light through stain glass windows in multi-colored streaks. Fat flakes of falling snow flickered through the moonlight, giving old plaster walls a sinister appearance. Wall sconces around the perimeter of the large room flickered and burned, leaving dingy trails of sut climbing towards the ceiling. A tall man with white hair leisurely paced up an down an aisle between pews. His face was weathered and weary. His voice was gritty but gentle. …
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