Why is it Any Other Way?

Why can’t people just show up for work, do their job, have a little laugh with co-workers, then punch out and go home?

Why MUST it be a god forsaken soap opera EVERY day?

Mostly, the fact that some AREN’T doing their job stirs up the drama pot, but isn’t that the job of the supervisors/bosses?



My History with the Bissmans and their Building

Like I stated in my previous post, I’ve been along for the ride from the beginning when it comes to the Bissman Building being haunted.  At least, as far as anybody acknowledges!  I wanted to send a thank you to the Bissmans for allowing me to film inside the building so my girls and I shot two videos featuring “Ruthie”, a 12 year old who is said to haunt the building.  Here are those videos: Continue reading

Where the Paranormal Began for the Bissman Building

In the summer of 2010, I was swinging by on my lunch break to visit the boys at Pirate Printing when my buddy Ronnie said we had to go up to the third floor.  We trucked it up to the top as he was telling me that some workers laid out some tar paper that was to be used on the roof the next day.  When they came in that morning, here is what they found: Continue reading

Staring Down the Barrel

Back in the early 90’s, I was attending the Art Institute of Pittsburgh.  In the back half of my time in the Steel City, I lived in an apartment building about three blocks north of where the Pirates’ PNC Park is located in an area known as the North Side.  My walk from the school was three blocks to the Allegheny River, across the 6th Street Bridge (In which I made the local Bud Light ad showing a truck driving across the bridge), past what is now the stadium, through the mall that was there and to the end of the square. Continue reading

Drive-By: To Those Serving Soft Drinks

There are a number of establishments in my area who’s options in soft drinks are as follows

  • Regular (Coke, Pepsi, etc)

What is that?  I don’t drink coffee, I am not allowed to have the insane amount of carbs in regular soft drinks and I NEED CAFFEINE!!!!

Diet does NOT equal Decaf!

Coping with Loss

I woke up this morning to a Facebook post from one of my Aunts.  Last summer, she lost her son in a tragic gas well explosion.  Since then, she has been closing the door on one chapter in her life while another opens with a beacon of light guiding her past the darkness of loss.

One thing I have learned this past year is to be fully present in the tender, wounded emptiness of my own heart; to not run away from the pain but learning to rest in it. Rather than distracting myself from the simple darkness at my core, I sit with it, opening my heart to all that is left, which is love. In our darkest hour if one allows for the pain to flow through, a quiet, formless, peace emerges for when the body and mind have reached their end the spirit comes forth. On the other side of pain is Love. Today I went to the cemetery where my son’s ashes are buried. Why there? Because it is quiet there and people don’t look at you if you are experiencing deep emotion. After a few hours I settled into a deep peaceful meditation. Then I opened my eyes and a big momma deer was walking right in front of me. I believe she is the same deer that ate all the mums I brought there during the summer. I must have been still like one of the head stones because she didn’t know I was there until she felt my gaze upon her. Feeling empty of built up emotion, peaceful and hungry I returned to my friends home and shared Chinese takeout.

With the streak of deaths that seem to have surrounded me in these three months, I can appreciate what she is saying.  I guess I have always had part of me that appreciated and, somewhat, understood the whole inner peace thing.  For some, this may just come off like “blah, blah, blah, phycho-babble, blah, blah”.  And that is fine, too.  To those folks I ask, what do you do to get past the pain?  Ignore it?  Cry?  Talk about it?  Write about it?  Let the depression eat away at you?  Pray?  Drink it away?  Mask it with drugs?

People cope in different ways.

Some may come off as “stupid” to others.

All I ask is that you don’t “Yuck my yum” (or anybody else’s, either!)