I'd forgotten that it was my high school band that killed grunge!
Fifteen years ago this week, Rocky the cat decided he was going to include himself in one of my wife's science experiments.
I've posted the official photo of our meeting before - but today I'm also sharing the photos you haven't seen: the ones where a bro photobombed me and the Racing Presidents.
If my math is right, it's been almost exactly a quarter of a century since my first high school band released its one and only record.
My Twitter blew up this week, and I'll have more to say about that when my phone stops notifying me every 2-3 seconds. But it made me think of some past good times online
Twenty years later, I'm pretty sure some of the sounds we made that night are still reverberating around Chicago. It was that loud.
It's been almost exactly four years since I dropped by Marion, Ohio, to say hello to the original Warren G.
We hadn't announced our engagement quite yet, but one of the students correctly surmised that the dim-witted man visiting from Illinois was her student teacher's fiancee.