Satisfaction

I like the privacy of running in a park because, shielded from casual onlookers by trees, less people can see my embarrassingly slow pace and sweaty middle-aged mug. I’m also an oblivious sort of fellow and that’s not a good thing when you need to be aware of oncoming...

Civil Preparedness

Last week, the computer systems at my daughter’s school were frozen by a ransomware hack. Sadly, local municipalities are frequently targets of these Bitcoin seeking desperados, forcing government workers like me to endure hours of inservice training to avoid being...

Free Samples Are Never Free

“We’re out of dishwasher tabs,” my wife said.  “And what else?” I said over the car phone.  “Olive oil. We need the kind for frying and the kind for salad.”  “Anything else?”  “I dunno. Snacks for Natalie’s lunches whatever else you can think of.”...

Happy Anniversary

Waiter Rant is twenty years old today. What a wonderful and strange journey it has been! Many thanks to all my readers for walking with me through 826 blog posts over the years. You’re the best! If you’re so inclined, let me know what happened to you...

Bit By Bit

I’d just passed the two mile mark and, since my heart rate monitor told me I was still within acceptable limits, decided to run another lap or two around the park. “The minute something aches,” I told myself, “I’ll stop.” From what I’ve read, the key to running is to...