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As this week began on a dour note, I decided to lighten things a bit by closing it out with the next chapter in the thrilling series, The Adventures of Gutt & Pole. Y’all should know the 4-1-1 on this series by now, but for you Ed Zone newbies, I’ll give you a primer. The Adventures of Gutt & Pole is simply a vehicle for me to tell true life tales from my own life with a little bit of hyperbole sprinkled in. Call them anecdotes on steroids, most of it is real, although some of the details are pumped up for maximum pop.
The name comes from the nicknames bestowed upon my lifelong buddy Sean and I during our collegiate gig toiling at Papa Gino’s. He being the tall, thin string bean fellow received Pole. Me being the short, squat fireplug got Gutt. Pole doesn’t figure into all of these stories (he only comes in at the end of this latest installment) b... Continue reading »
Editor’s Note – Here at The Ed Zone, I have a handful of recurring series that I like to bust out whenever the mood strikes. Most of you are familiar with the My Favorite Things pieces – most recently augmented with my publication of the Top 5 Favorite Summer Movie Memories. In addition, I like to run a little game show – Mii Match – every once in awhile (and am in the process of prepping the next thrilling installment.) Finally, I have the continuing Adventures of Gutt & Pole – which is essentially a vehicle used to fill you all in with the INCREDIBLY TRUE (if slightly embellished) details of my so called life – specifically as it relates to my circle of friends. Sean a.k.a. Pole gets top billing because he’s been the Butch to my Sundance, the Tango to my Cash, the Cagney to my Lacey. If you haven’t guessed, I’m the Gutt. Anyway, if you’ve missed the... Continue reading »

*Editor’s Note – The Adventures of Gutt & Pole is a recurring series that focuses on my life with my compadres – viewed through a slightly skewed lens. In some issues, Pole is well represented. In others, Gutt is joined by a rogue’s gallery of other associates for solo stories. Kinda’ like the time the X-Men popped in on Spiderman & His Amazing Friends.
Superhero nicknames are pretty ridiculous. Oh sure, the anonymity afforded by an alias helps protect Superman’s secret identity (not to mention the sheer magic of the horned-rim – for all I know, he’s Lisa Loeb). But when you get right down to it – the fact that these superhero teams go around calling each other by their double secret code name, is a bit foolish.
Think back to that first X-Men flick, where Patrick St... Continue reading »
The older I get, the more I grasp the concept of tempus fugit.
Time flies, baby.
After all, here I am in late July – the year more than half over – and stunned by how quickly each page seems to tear itself from the calendar.
When I was a kid, the summer seemed so blissfully long (some might argue, achingly long, depending upon how frequently they uttered the expression “I’m boo-rrrr-eedddd! What am I going to do today?”) You exited school in late June and those still-warm days of early September seemed an eternity away. Forget the Gregorian grasp on your birth date – you never really aged until you tossed the whites in storage and graduated to your next level of schooling. That step always seemed like an eternity – even when you were stuffing your las... Continue reading »