I’ve got a secret. Well, not really a secret, but more like a discovery. I found this room in my house. It was kinda like…
By Marty
It’s that time of year again. When you ask Dad what he’d like for Father’s Day repeatedly. Here are our choices, all better than a…
By Marty
This is a sponsored post. I was a scout at one time. Not the “talent” kind-of-scout, but the uniform-wearing-help-old-ladies-across-the-street kind of scout. I took away…
By Marty
Somewhere around the seventh or eighth grade, I learned to sew. It was part of an art class. It was one of two things I…
By Marty
When one gets to the point that they have all the stuff they need, holiday gifts become harder to find. But the holidays are for…
By Marty
Many of you know that Pete and I have been friends for a long time. Since second grade, in fact. While we met in Florida,…
By Marty
I’m writing this as I prepare for another weekend of camping with my family—this time we’ll be tent camping at the Boy Scout camp, so…
By Marty
I always love getting into those “first car” conversations with people. “I had a 67 blah-blah-blah with a 289 and three-on-the-tree…” or “It was a…
By Marty
Some of you might know I rehabbed a little popup camper. I got it for a song. Well, not literally, but if it was a…
By Marty
It was the summer of 1985. I was working with my dad to enclose our porch and make a “Florida Room” as they call it…
By Marty
Ugh. I never thought I’d be writing this post just like I never thought I’d drive a minivan. Allow me to admit…no…declare…that our main family…
By Marty
I like the smell of gasoline. And bondo. And fiberglass resin. Also oil. There’s probably more toxic substances that I enjoy smelling, but I can’t…
By Marty
Open the door. Keys. Phone. Sunglasses. Coffee mug. Mail. Dog leashes. That’s all the stuff you drop on that one table, shelf or in our…
By Marty
In 2011, I bought a popup camper that needed some work. Well, let me start over. More than a few years ago, I thought it…
By Marty
Uh huh. It’s that time for the Dadand Gift Guide. Gifts for dad. Let’s go. Happy Holidays. “Small” Dad Gifts Flux…
By Marty
You know that person. The gift curator. They’re able to fight the crowds, hit the right stores, source the perfect items and package up an…
By Marty
Nomophobic campers take notice! You like camping. Equipment. Electronics. Gadgets. Cooking over a flame. Maybe you’re just a tailgater. Or you’re the zombie-apocalypse-is-imminent-type and are…
By Marty
“EXTERMINATE…EXTERMINATE!” Ugh. I shudder. The shrill, modulated cheap voice effect screams from my television. “EXTERMINATE.” For those of you who don’t know Who, then the…
By Marty
My daughter and I share the love of creating. While my version of creation might have me covered in woodchips or grease, my daughter is…
By Marty
Click…click…click. Click. Click-click. That’s the sound of a lamp with a three-way bulb. It was my grandfather trying to find the right level of light…
By Marty
My wife has a record. Well, quite a few of them. No, not the Guinness-kind-of-record. The plasticky-vinyl-kind-of-record. You know. Rappity-rappers use to scratch on them.…
By Marty
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