The Wrong People Are Shipping

Mid-2000s, late twenties, and I got pulled into a funnel. Blogs were taking off. Everybody had an email list and a free PDF and I wanted the free prize inside, so I signed up, and then I read the thing. The copy was ridiculous. Overwritten, wandering, wild claims stacked on top of each other, and … Continue reading The Wrong People Are Shipping

His Hard Hat

My grandfather went to work for Mobil Oil in 1946, right out of the war, and stayed until he retired around 1988. Forty-some years, southwest Oklahoma, running routes as a pumper. He was a slender man. Five-eight, five-nine, not big. And he had some of the strongest hands of anyone I've ever known — grip … Continue reading His Hard Hat