Life at Fuppylessville is for the most part dull yet it is never boring. Over the course of time, we have chosen the former as our lifestyle of choice, in large part due to the unpredictability of the adventures that happen to roll our way at any given time. The dullness helps to uncomplicate our … Continue reading Our Latest Search For DEI

I have dressed the same for near fifty years now. I like tennis shoes, blues jeans, and shirts. That is pretty much it. I do interchange the jeans for shorts in the summer and I have been known to wear khakis, sport jackets or suits as the occasion dictates but these occasions tend to be … Continue reading Let’s Raise Our Glass to Fairies

St. Patrick’s of 1989 was on a Friday. It began as usual with my getting up and getting dressed for work. At that time I lived in an old log cabin in Washington, Ky, one of the earliest settlements in Kentucky. “Old Washington” as it is many times referred to, was built upon a plateau … Continue reading How I Met My Wife

Unlike the rest of us, the toils of Covid have had little effect on the FUPs. They are completely unaware and remain somewhat grateful of their routine and normalcy; conditions they seemingly take for granted but, by their own deeds and being, richly deserve. For me, as I continue my search for constancy, I am … Continue reading Note to Self

I am “tired” today. More so than in a long time. The “tiredness” of which I speak is not a physical fatigue or even owed to an absence of energy. I feel totally alive and have been able to multitask seamlessly today, all the while doing so with a patience of which I am mostly … Continue reading Is the Circus in Town

In general, most of y’all don’t complement or complain on a routine basis about engineers. This is because engineers, tend to go about their business and do so without over the top efforts to draw attention to our profession. You don’t see us on billboards. You don’t see us on late night TV ads. In … Continue reading HAVE YOU HUGGED AN ENGINEER LATELY?

This photo was taken yesterday morning. It was a typical morning consisting of coffee and our comparing notes on the transgressions committed by one of our many children the night before. Most days these conversations are dominated by talks of Sally or Adam. This day was no exception except for the moment; a moment where … Continue reading The Sequence of a Smile: A Valentine story, short and sweet.