Winter Solstice Blues: How a Broken Bedroom Window Blind Became My Unwanted Alarm Clock
My darkened bedroom alights like a hidden Celtic burial chamber on the first morning of winter, my bed an altar as sleep once again is sacrificed.
Trafficking in the absurd to combat an overly serious world... I am a writer/editor from Philadelphia—temporarily mired in Florida—and have been published in newspapers both across the United States and internationally. I've also been featured in New Jersey Monthly, Sky & Telescope, and Modern Drunkard magazines, as well as the Web site, PopMatters. Currently, I maintain my own blog of thoughtful nonsense, Mount Drinkmore. Drummer and lyricist for the hard-rock band, Effusion 35, I drink absinthe, still find Cpl. Klinger funny, and believe that the elderly are our future. Follow me on Twitter at @RandySRobbins.
My darkened bedroom alights like a hidden Celtic burial chamber on the first morning of winter, my bed an altar as sleep once again is sacrificed.
On this Veterans Day, I want to thank several veterans in particular who stood in defense of this nation, but who were often otherwise overlooked.