Author: Marshall Jones Jr.

Back in the saddle again, the scooter saddle, that is. A friend left his scooter here when he fled Saudi Arabia. It’s a nice scooter, as far as scooters go, but the keys were locked…

Over the past three months, three separate people have commented on my stance against marriage. One person I know really well. One I know fairly well. And one I don’t know at all – she…

Rob banged on my door. “Just a sec,” I called back. Naturally, he tried the door anyway. Thankfully, I’d remembered to lock it. I was standing there in front of the kitchen area half dressed….