Hello friends, Just a little heads‑up from your friendly neighborhood blogger: The Boyle Blogs will be taking a short pit stop while I recuperate. Life tossed me a surprise plot twist recently, and although I’m healing up nicely, I need a bit of time to rest, recharge, and avoid any further adventures involving hospital gowns…

A Quick Hello Before We Begin: Welcome back, friends—and thank you for joining me for another round of “Mike Remembers Things He Probably Should’ve Forgotten.” I apologize for missing last week’s deadline, however, life took it’s toll and I had personal issues come up. Please forgive me. In my last post, I talked about how…

Welcome back, dear reader, to more stories for your enjoyment and amusement. People often ask how I remember so many moments from my youth. I tell them I’ve been blessed (or cursed) with an above‑average memory. I can recall events from my pre‑ambulatory days — not everything, mind you, but enough to make people wonder…

Boots, Crutches, and Karma The sprain that hurt worse than a break, but turned misfortune into silver lining Some stories you limp through, others you laugh through — this one gave me both. One unlucky fall in Danang Harbor left me hobbling on crutches for over a month, battling Navy “logic,” and discovering just how…

Just a quick heads‑up for my readers — a new story is on the way. On August 18, I’ll be sharing Boots, Crutches, and Karma, a slice‑of‑life moment with humor, grit, and a twist of fate. The image says it all: my swollen foot, a day that didn’t go as planned, then karma stepped in.…

Welcome back dear readers: Some stories from Vietnam stay sharp no matter how many years pass. This one comes from a night when the sea was angry, the sky was black, and a kid named Davy Masse’ reminded all of us that bravery doesn’t always look sane. Sometimes it looks like an 18-year-old diving into…

Welcome Back, dear readers. Last time, Greg thought he’d slipped Fiona past the watchful eyes of his mother and the chaos of a crowded house. But secrets have a funny way of shifting in the dark — especially in a home where every drawer, closet, and corner seems to have its own agenda. Let’s pick…

Welcome dear readers. Some memories don’t just tap you on the shoulder — they grab you by the collar and haul you straight back to childhood. A friend of mine recently shared one of those memories with me. It wasn’t funny at the time, but decades later it gives him a grin and a good…

Author’s Note: I never know what story will bubble up next, but when one does, I follow it. Fitzgerald once said, “You don’t write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.” Well… this one had plenty to say. Here’s the true tale of how a quiet holiday weekend…