James W. Grey, Jr., 1941-2018
My father died last week. He finally succumbed to cancer after 11 years. In this post, I tell his life story.
On Erskine Boulevard
Revisiting my childhood neighborhood in South Bend, and looking at its diverse architectural styles.
Everybody wants to know where Jimmy has gone
I was a radio disk jockey half my life ago, in the early 1990s, when radio still mattered. My last shift was 23 years ago and this is its story.
It’ll be stronger than it was before it broke
A story of a pivotal moment in my relationship with my youngest son. A chance to teach character, a chance to show grace.
Adjusting to the changes as court-ordered parenting time ends
On my youngest son turning 18 and the changes this brings in both of our lives.
Beginning a new adventure
Thoughts on starting a new job, as Director of Engineering at a software startup.
Knowing when to quit
I think our bodies and minds just know when it’s time to quit something we’re doing. But often it’s hard to honor that.
This cup is already broken
On enjoying what we have while we have it.
The Electric Breakfast
I was the morning DJ on WMHD in the early 90s, and that experience was much like blogging is for me now.
My theme for 2017
When I wrote last year’s list of themes for my new year, I felt sure it would be the last one, that my annual setting of direction had run its course. I think a lot about who I am versus who I want to be. Some might call it navel gazing, but self-analysis is core…
Online privacy for children and why you’ve never seen photos of my sons here
It wasn’t some higher motive that has kept me from posting photos of my children online, at least at first. It was their mom, who was afraid of online predators. Overafraid, if you ask me. Sharing photos of my sons playing at the park or blowing out their birthday candles was never going to invite…
Down the Road is on hiatus, returning Monday, 26 September. I’m rerunning old posts in the meantime. When I was in college, I should have just had my work-study paycheck direct-deposited into Headstone Friends’ bank account. I spent most of it there anyway on used records and CDs. Headstone’s is a music store in head-shop…