I Hate Everything but I Need the Money ourolddad.com/post/i-hate-ev…

Don’t Shoot Me! These Handcuffs Keep Falling Off. More of my adventures in the Philippines. ourolddad.com/post/dont-shoo…

In 1983, a fake Kentucky license got me into the bars. The music did the rest. “Come On Eileen.” “Electric Avenue.” “Hungry Like the Wolf.” “Rock the Casbah.” Forty-five songs that still sound less like the ’80s than they do like Honolulu. ourolddad.com/post/the-83-ha…

Teenagers today have the entire world in their pockets. At 17, I had a fake Kentucky license, $100, and enough confidence to hand it to two strangers because one looked like Spicoli. I got Hawaiian weed. My friends got oregano. ourolddad.com/post/my-friend…

2/2 A couch, a little blue bus, two laughing kids, and the old-dad math of regret: every smarter road would have missed the moment in front of me. ourolddad.com/post/none-of-t…

1/2 It’s easy to look back and imagine all the smarter roads. The better career move. The cleaner decision. The version of your life where you were disciplined and wise and somehow not yourself. But some of those roads miss the only moment that actually matters.

3/3 He made it just over a mile. For him, on that scooter, that had to feel like crossing Nebraska. He knows now the park isn’t just a place we take him. It’s a place he can reach. Full post: ourolddad.com/post/the-purpl…

1977 was a weird, perfect mess. Rock was still huge. Disco was coming for everybody. Punk was kicking the door. AM radio, FM radio, arena bands, weird one-offs, soft rock, funk, country crossover — all of it was somehow sharing the same air. This playlist is my attempt to catch that feeling: not a ranked list, not a museum piece, not a lecture. Just the songs from 1977 that still hit me, best played on shuffle like the radio is still in charge. 1977: The Year That Wouldn’t Pick a Lane ourolddad.com/post/1977-the-…

2/2 The obvious answer was: some idiot mailed them junk photos. Almost nobody landed there. They made plots, clues, warnings, conspiracies, and one very disappointed fake child. Little Tommy: ourolddad.com/post/little-to…

1/2 Back in 1995, I had a giant box of duplicate photos, too much free time at IBM, and a theory that people can’t stand nothing. So I invented Little Tommy. He mailed strangers random photos and waited to see what stories came back.

1/2 New Our Old Dad playlist post: 1977: The Year That Wouldn’t Pick a Lane My favorite songs released in 1977. No particular order. Best on random. I was about to start junior high and pretty much lived inside FM radio full time.

1/2 New Our Old Dad post: Dad, Do You Love Me Enough to Protect Me? This one is about how child surveillance won’t be sold as control. It’ll be sold as love. A teddy bear logo. A safety app. A discount. A parent afraid to say no.