I've decided that it's time to move on from Tribe.net.

OK, I'm just moving the show over to that other site that rhymes with spacelook.

(It's really the presence of the Starbucks module that sold me on the idea)

Dan McGriff decided to check his email. He hoped he’d been chosen as the wedding photographer for the Lopez party but it wasn’t looking good for him. Ever since he’d given himself the break to take up photography as a paying gig at the expense of reducing his network consultation business, he’d lost money on both. He was getting tired of the feeling of perpetual struggle. He’d told a friend that he felt his life, despite the cliché, had no meaning. His friend reminded Dan that he was only 35 ... read more

Harry sat at the computer and signed into their email account. He wondered if he should create a group email; a general announcement. He didn’t know what to write. There wasn’t an etiquette he knew about and the formality of an obituary seemed out of place for an email to go out. He knew he had to use email; calling people one by one seemed ridiculous for him. He couldn’t bear to tell the story again and again and again.

He looked at the inbox. There were the messages about the business o... read more

So, now that the initial drama has subsided, I can report that my dad had a Coronary Artery Bypass Graft (CABG) or more commonly, bypass surgery. He had a triple bypass. The weird part is that a week after suffering a series of heart attacks, extensive treatment and examination, and then the extensive, major surgery, he is home, up on his feet, albeit with effort, but that he appears, on the surface, to have survived what was likely, if not treated when it was, to be a major coronary event. G... read more

The sound of Julianne’s phone ringing caught his attention and he looked at the plastic ‘patient’s belonging’ bag sitting on table near the front door. He was pacing around the living room but he did not go to the bag to check the phone even when it rang a second time and then beeped again signaling a new voice mail.

His daughter walked into the living room. She carried Mr. Duck by the bill, one of her stuffed animals. She gave Harry a look and then she went to the sofa and curled up... read more