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You Found CLOTHMAN!
Thanks for stopping by. Believe it or not, under that cape and tights, I'm just a dude. Really!
When I write, I gaze at the majestic Montana mountains surrounding me and ask the same God who made them to help a simple dude like me pen yet another column. My goal is that each column will practically help you in your daily life on this third rock from the sun as well as bring you a little closer to God.
That's it, nothing fancy. I reckon I'm just your garden variety human being.
Be sure to check out the reader responses at Clothmail. In the words of Tony The Tiger, "they're great!" And feel free to forward your comments to me. We can't post them all, but I do read them all.
I also try to give you glimpses into what's happening in my daily life at Clothblogs Blog is a computer-nerd term for weblogs. I'm a very low-tech person so I use the term blog so I at least sound hip-tech.
Enjoy some 400 of my past adventures in the Clothfiles.
From time to time Clothman and Clothreaders team up to accomplish wonderful humanitarian missions. If you'd like to know how you can help in these adventures, check out The Clothteam. Finally, if you want to learn more about me, see Who Is Clothman. But the best way to get to know more about me (besides sharing conversation over a cup of coffee) is through my columns. Far more than a column, The Adventures of Clothman is all about living the adventure of life.
Okay, enjoy your visit. I keep things pretty simple around here, yet have as much fun as possible - just the way life is supposed to be.
Blazing Trails,
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This Week's Adventure 1/12/10
Dr. Tiger and Mr. Woods
We all find ourselves at times drinking too much, sleeping too much, lying too much, working too much …looking too much. The list is as endless as our human ability to underachieve.
But there’s another level of misbehaving. Obsessive, compulsive, addicting behaviors can take our shortcomings and transform them into full-blown monsters...
All us know we will go there if only we unleashed the
dark side within.
Tiger seems to have thrown away his leash. Like a page out of Robert Lewis Stevenson’s book, the squeaky clean, consummate golfer, family man, Dr. Tiger shockingly often became the lying, cheating, sex-crazed, Mr. Woods...
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