Articles written by Ruffolo Dad, Jeff and features his thoughts, insights and views on anything about reading, storytelling and books.
I dislike airport food. Airline food (such as it is) is just as bad. I’m sitting in the departure “lounge” of Dallas Ft. Worth International Airport awaiting my departure in two hours. Across from where I am sitting is a Burger King – only slightly above YUCK STAGE from McDonald’s …
Just to be on record – I hate needles. The very thought of giving blood, having a flu shot or anything to do with those extra-large metal stingers that probe and prod through a human’s body to either withdraw blood or inject the human host has me trembling in abject …
So, what shall I write about? This was the question that the REAL boss of Casa Ruffolo – that is my lovely wife Cris – poised to me this morning.
It never ends. The laundry. The dishes. The diapers. Oh Lord … so many diapers that I have the smell of poop permanently etched in my brain.
Well, Christmas has come and gone and what’s left? Three bags of wrapping papers piled up to be placed in the rubbish and plastic toys made in China for the twins are scattered all over the floor.
Of course, dear reader, you would have never had known this but at one time, I was on track to own every movie ever made. That’s right – an audacious claim to be sure but BC (Before Cris) I had well over 4,000 DVDs in my personal collection.
I am so house broken.
Ever wonder what it would be like to be a bird? Yes of course – covered with feathers – and able to soar like an eagle through the clouds without a care in the world. Before I met Cris – I was an eagle. You betcha. I flew anywhere I …
Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going? As a devote Christian I can easily answer #1 and #3 but as to question #2 and why I am writing this essay in the “restaurant” area of a McDonald’s in Kalispell, Montana?
I can no longer smell. Anything …
