Childhood Fishing Tales – Bob, I Caught a Bass!

Ah yes, Tanglewood Lake

Ah yes, Tanglewood Lake

In Things that should have killed us (read me), I wrote about how when we were teenagers, several of us would sometimes go off together for a nearby fishing adventure.  We had ‘our spot’ and normally each of us would drag back a couple of catfish.  We’d clean them up and then maybe my mom would fry them up for us, or one of the other moms (note – one of the other moms would fry the fish…my mom would not fry up one of the other moms).

My dad was a golfer.  He was one of those kids who hung around the golf course as a young guy, hoping to score a caddying position in attempts to earn a few extra bucks.  He also liked to fish.  I have a Canada fishing trip I think will one day make a story in of itself, but today’s story is about a fishing trip, ventured not so far away – a local adventure. Continue reading

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Glory Days On the Intramural Basketball Team – Learning about Diversity

well they'll pass you by in the wink of a young girl's eye

well they’ll pass you by in the wink of a young girl’s eye

Yeah, just sitting back trying to recapture a little of the glory of, well time slips away and leaves you with nothing mister but boring stories of glory days

– Bruce Springsteen

Compared to most boys, I got a late start in the world of playing sports.  As a younger child on Goodman Avenue, our parents didn’t encourage involvement in organized team sports.  Hell, my dad didn’t even let me join Cub Scouts, for crying out loud.  I got my introduction to sports when we moved to the land of 60 kids (read me); the 500 block of Ridgelawn and Prytania.  With St Peters church only a block away, our block was predominately a Catholic neighborhood – translation, lots of kids and they did love their sports. Continue reading

Divorce Part 1 – The Night My Parents Split Up

Why do all Marines look like they're pissed all the time?

Why do all Marines look like they’re pissed all the time?

You, Reader – I’m speaking to you.  What words do you use to describe how you grew up, your childhood?  Do you use words like family, serenity, happiness….divorce?  According to statistics, one half of American marriages end in divorce so I’m guessing that at least half of those have children when they get a divorce.  If I’m right, then perhaps at least 25% of you reading this come from divorced families.  How old were you when it happened?  Me, I was in 7th grade, pretty much the beginning of puberty and a whole bunch of impressionable years before I was to become an adult. Continue reading

In My Life, I Once Knew a Boy Named Terry

I want to document my times with a boy who was once my best friend, a boy who has totally disappeared, making himself totally incognito to me….or dead, for all I know.

Terry in 9th Grade

Terry in 9th Grade

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