A couple of weeks ago, as my wife was cruising Facebook, she asked if I knew a guy named Bobby B; he died. Yes, I have a funny memory including Bobby. Continue reading
It’s happened – I’m officially old. Why do I say this, you may ask? Because I’ve turned into one of the people I used to think was old when they said things like, ‘the good old days’ or ‘things were better then’. Well….other than 1968…..maybe they were…
Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around. How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved? I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person. This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading
I/We, my wife and I, are responsible for the death of a precious life; a hummingbird. I guess this is as good a time as any to write about everyone’s favorite topic – death. Continue reading
My very first real job was for Taco Bell. I started as a regular hourly worker and was eventually ‘fired’ (link) while serving as the second youngest Store Manager in the country. I’ve already written a few Taco Bell related stories but there are so many additional memories from that time of my life. I’m not sure where this story will go but I wanted to see if I could jot the rest of them down and hope they fit together somehow.
The Art Department has been extremely busy this summer…….GOLFING! As I was taxiing her to the airport this morning, (as I am writing this), she texted to me several pictures to choose from for this next cartoon episode of my insanity. I got this idea one day as I was scooping a bee out of our swimming pool, hoping to save the little fellow. It was right around the time of Earth Day on our calendar. My mind just sort of began wandering – ‘helping the bees, saving the bees, help me bee, help me old bee….’ And that’s when it hit me – Obi Wan, Old Bee Juan, an Old Bee named Juan Keno-Bee. We hope you enjoy. I call this:
Save the Bees – Our Only Hope
I don’t know what it is about my metabolism but I don’t typically feel hunger pangs, at least not on any type of normal schedule for people who have access to food whenever they want. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I can definitely put away the food. Continue reading
As each generation grows older, it witnesses the disappearance of sights, sounds and activities. We look back on those times and forgotten places often with remorse, but almost always with fondness. Every generation experiences this. This month’s story is about one of those places; the company-owned recreation and activities park.