Colin Dullaghan

Today I drove down to Indianapolis for a meeting. It’s about two and a half hours from my front door to that of my coworkers, and always a good opportunity to catch up on some thinking.
Sometimes I listen to the local NPR station on the way out of town, then pick up the Indy affiliate [...]

I may have mentioned that Tom and I had awesome maps to use during our motorcycle expedition. Each county got almost its own whole page, so that the state was broken up into a few dozen chunks that fit easily into the clear pockets in our tank bags. But there were still occasional moments of [...]

“Do you see any rocks in there?” I ask, watching the teenaged boy dredging muck out of the lakeshore near my house. I am preparing for a trip. He is likely earning minimum wage this morning, making the beach more amenable to toddlers and tourists. “Big ones,” I clarify. “Rocks big enough to hold in [...]

So the other day I was telling Veda that she should really stop crying, because if she didn’t I would have to tell everyone I know that this whole baby thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and then *they* would tell everyone *they* knew, and so on and so forth until next thing [...]

So the other day I was telling Veda that she should really stop crying, because if she didn’t I would have to tell everyone I know that this whole baby thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, and then *they* would tell everyone *they* knew, and so on and so forth until next thing [...]