Little Butch Magazine

The thing that limits analog watches is the exact reason I wear one.
They only do one thing — tell time.

Spring Equinox.
Finally.
But after weeks of waiting, it arrives as just another quiet Friday.

Two weeks before the spring equinox.
USDA Zone 6b — two long months before the last frost date.
Still too cold to get into the garden.

The work trip occupies an odd space: structured days, unfamiliar environments, and hotel rooms that never quite feel welcoming.

Packing becomes less about efficiency and more about maintaining a sense of ease, authority, and minor but meaningful comforts.

The real issue, though, is my pompadour. Priorities remain, fellas, even at the bottom of February.

I could easily pull on a cute beanie hat to protect my little earlobes. But a hat is a full commitment. Once you’ve smashed a proud pompadour under a hat, there is no recovery.