I used to love to go to the movies. That has been squelched, as of late. Hollywood got more self...
Author - Scott K. James
Cigar Stories 6: Tick-tock. Time is short.
It’s Sunday 6/30 at 5:50 p.m. and it’s 92-degrees under the pergola. A Manhattan and a Monte Cristo...
Cigar Stories 5: The Noise
I head to the pergola this AM with a cup of Cameron's coffee and - no, not a Perdomo - a Baccarat...
Cigar Stories 4: The Son is Good
I guess I should preface every Cigar Story with what I’m smoking. While it comes as no surprise ...
Cigar Stories 3: Man up
Since this is a cigar story, I feel like I need to share what I’m smoking - a Perdomo (of course it...
Cigar Stories 2: What you do – it matters.
Today is the first day of summer. The longest day of the year. The day of my peak happiness and my...
I met with three girls under the age of 21 with terminal cancer
I’m no sports bro. In fact, I am likely the antithesis of sports bro. I don’t own a...
Am I cleansed?
I made mention of doing the Bible in a year. It’ll take 18-months, but thou shalt not judge...
Cigar Stories 1: Cigar Stories
By and large, I am not a big fan of selfies. A. I’m old and ugly. B. They seem so self...
The Nature of Crowds
I have mentioned that this website is more like a giant notebook for me than it is some sort of...