Author Archives: BBRiley

Medical stuff is serious business. If the doctor screws up, patients could end up in a coma, disfigured, dead, or lips the size of a bicycle inter tube. I’ve seen it where some people go to a doctor and come out with duck bills instead of lips. I guess beauty at any cost. Some ofContinue reading “I’m not a doctor, I just play one in my mind”

To say that I am not very good at math is an understatement. It’s like saying Vanilla Ice is a terrible rap artist, Fruit Cake is an affront to humanity, and the Chicago Bears are a black hole for quarterbacks. I am one of those high school students who asked, “Why do I need toContinue reading “Math Wiz”

My wife and I met ten years ago. We set our first date, and I would drive to the area where she lived and meet at a coffee shop. We didn’t meet at her house because, according to her, I had to pass the boogie man test. One Saturday in February, I drove a prettyContinue reading “Get A Grip”

As I have said in the past, I’m not a wine guy. I have tried wine but never really attained a taste for the fermented juice of the grape. That doesn’t make me a bad guy, does it? At times, I feel like a “red-headed stepchild” when my wife and I go out to dinnerContinue reading “Wine Time”

It’s tax time again. While we pay taxes all year without knowing, with April 15th quickly approaching, tax time makes us realize how much we pay in taxes. Unlike many of my fellow citizens, I understand why we pay taxes and accept them as a part of life. It doesn’t mean I like it, butContinue reading “A Taxing Time”

I’ve never been good at keeping secrets. This is why when I entered the Army, they chose to make me a dental assistant instead of placing me in Army Intelligence (I can hear all of you saying that’s an oxymoron, and you would be correct.) Yes, the Army, the home for all those dog-face infantryContinue reading “Please Enter Password Here”

As many of you know, I’m a huge Chicago Bears fan. I have been one since I was a little boy. I still remember the Bears winning the NFL Championship in 1963 under founder/coach George “Papa Bear” George Halas. I was enthralled by legendary announcer Jack Brickhouse, with his color man, Irv Kupcinet, calling theContinue reading “Bear Down”

This past weekend, I attended an extravagant awards banquet staged by the magazine I write for. It was an awards ceremony to recognize the “Best Of” for the region it serves. To my disappointment, I did not win any of those awards. I was stunned. I’m sure I’m ”Best Of” something. That reader that justContinue reading “Silver Rush”